No words can begin to describe how fantastic this rendition is.

KZfaq is full of clovers, but ever so often, EVER so often, we stumble upon one with four leaves........

Takes me back to the 1960s with my dad listening to Glenn Campbell and Bobbie Gentry sing this song playing on his record player.

Both voices work very well together. Madison is knocking it out the park and is still just at the beginning.

Two masters of their craft.

I love violin with guitar. Andrew moves it beyond "country"

YOU HAVE TO PUT THIS ON SPOTIFY I am in dire need of it!!!!

Ach. Feels like my first time hearing this song.

This song is so cathartic for me; I don't particularly relate to the lyrics but it's so collectively beautiful from y'all's voices and instruments and the lyrical imagery that it brings me a lot of inner peace

Lyrics It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps me on the backroads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that bind me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind The shutters creek and autumn winds That make me draw inside myself in silence Cross-legged now I sit and watch The endless chase of leaves across my yard And laying down my hairbrush I lean back within my window seat and find That you're moving on the back roads By the rivers of my memory, ever-smiling Ever gentle on my mind Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're wavin' from the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind

I grew up with this song on the radio in my mom’s car. Everything you do makes me cry, thanks Madison. ❤️

It's knowin' that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up And stashed behind your couch And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines That keeps me in the back roads by the rivers of my memory And keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that bind me Or somethin' that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walkin' It's just knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin' When I walk along some railroad track and find That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and the coastlines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind I dip my cup of soup Back from a gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some train yard My beard a roughenin' coal pile And a dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're wavin' from the back roads by the rivers of my memories Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind

Really enjoyed this. Wichita Lineman next, please.

Heard Madison on Andrews channel and found her guesting with Scary Pockets. Im hard to please but I could listen to her all day.

Thank you for this. What a beautiful rendition of one of the greatest songs ever written!

I heard a few covers of this song but yours is my favourite.

Y’all sound so good! Please look up and let us see your eyes.

Because of Madison (& her very gifted collaborators - ok - and the Dawes, too) I’ve remembered the love of music will never disappoint

Even the bird behind is so cute....!

I have loved Andrew Bird for years. Through Andrew's KZfaq site, I discovered your beautiful voice and songs, Madison. I love that your posting covers and would love to hear you do a different arrangement of some Neil Young and Patti Griffin songs in the future.

Mr John Hartford is a name to be reckoned with some particular aaw! I had no idea this masterpiece was his writing, boo me!! I first met his presence via computer magic I guess, a live concert due to big flick Oh Bro Where are you Pussycat... or sumthin like that... I was poor n into ( with guitar) some country period, and Johan Hartford`s personality hit me like a ray of something else, and Ive always considered myself something else. so there! end of story. U2 DID A WHIRLD TO THIS TUNE, and for my Heart! thankyouthankyouthankyou😍😍

This had my buddy in tears at the Amsterdam show, thanks for uploading

Just caught these two beautiful people at the Wiltern a few nights ago... Fantastic show all around! This is a great cover of one of the best songs ever written...

She's attracting some pretty incredible artist/musicians to her circle.

I subbed as soon as I heard your cover of The Beatles - In My Life. Now, I just pre-ordered your vinyl "Who Are You Now". Can't wait to spin it. Keep on rockin, you've got a great voice.

The live version of this yesterday night in Paradiso was fantastic!

I stopped everything I was doing to watch this.

The rare moments that I appreciate KZfaq virtually spying on my interests. Absolutely beautiful, all of this. That violin, your voices, the acoustics. 👏🏻🌹🌹

This is so beautiful

My fav song

You both nailed this! You captured the tone and the intention and the atmosphere of this song perfectly! And you made it look effortless.

Well I have been in love with the cover by The Band Perry for years, but this has just knocked it off the top spot. Incredible.

love the verse-to-verse modulations; talk about breathing new life into an old classic? - brilliant!

The finest rendition of this classic John Hartford composition. Wow! Thank-you.

Glens spirit is hovering around

What a lovely version of one of my most favorite songs.

You touch my soul😊

OK this is fantastic because I heard your music for the first time the other day and I heard some serious Andrew Bird vibes coming from you, and now I want ya'll joint album now!

Breathtaking

a true gem!

Exquisite mastery! ❤️

Oh man! I needed this today! Thank you!!

oohhh love the harmony

wonderful interpretation of an all time classic!

Wow! :-O Thank you! It is so wonderful.

2x masters of universe!!..

So good.

Extraordinary vocal and instrumental rendition of a wonderful song that I didn't think you could do much more with

glorious pairing

Perfection!

Beautiful. x

Wow!!!

This is simply exquisite. Thank you both!

This is gorgeous.

Siete splendidi 💓🔥🎶

Wow! That's beautiful!

I love this. Great stuff.

Hermoso 💓💓💓💓

Yup. Good one

✨❤😊

Awesome duet

You both really did great. Brought back a thousand nice memories. Keep doing.

Perfection.

Beautiful.

Transcendental

I would do anything to find the tabs that Madison is playing. Does anyone know where I can find it? I am so in love.

🌹👌✨💫

Please Maddison cover “help ms” by Joni Mitchell

Thanks guys! Perfect tune to end the day. As smooth as the Scotch I'm sipping!

penguin i want

Is that a live bird behind you??

Key changes turn this song interesting.

It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you on the back roads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that bind me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the back roads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind Oh but not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' Cracklin' caldron in some train yard My beard a rustling, a cold towel, A dirty hat pulled low across my face (across my face) Through cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're waiting from the back roads By the rivers of my memories Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind Gentle on my mind You are gentle on my mind

It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that binds me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone Well I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind Well the shutters creak and autumn winds That make me draw inside myself in silence Cross legged now I sit and watch The endless chase of leaves across my yard And laying down my hairbrush I lean back within my window seat and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind Through the cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're waving from the backroads By the rivers of my memory Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind