{t:Gentle on My Mind}
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{time:3:37}



 It's [D]knowing that your [Dmaj7]door is always [D6]open
 and your [Dmaj7]path is free to [Em]walk [Em][Dmaj7] [Em7]
  That [Em]makes me tend to [Emaj7]leave my sleeping [Em7]bag
 rolled up and [A7]stashed behind your [D]couch[Dmaj7] [D9][D]
 And it's [D]knowing I'm not [Dmaj7]shackled 
by [D6]forgotten words and [Dmaj7]bonds
 and the [D]ink stains that have [Dmaj7]dried up on some [Em]line..[Emaj7] [Em7][Emaj7]
 that [Em]keeps you in the [Emaj7]back roads 
by the [Em7]rivers of my [A7]memory..
 that [Em]keeps you ever [A7]gentle on my [D]mind.[Dmaj7] [D9][D]
 
 It's not [D]clinging to the [Dmaj7]rocks and ivy [D6]
planted on their [Dmaj7]columns now, that [Em]binds me [Em][Dmaj7] [Em7]
 Or [Em]something that some[Emaj7]one said [Em7]
because they think we [A7]fit together, [D]walkin [Dmaj7][D9][D]
 It's just [D]knowing that the [Dmaj7]world will not be [D6]cursing or [Dmaj7]forgiving
 when I [D]walk along some [Dmaj7]railroad track and [Em]find [Emaj7] [Em7][Emaj7]
 that [Em]you're moving on the [Emaj7]back roads
by the [Em7]rivers of my [A7]memory
 and for [Em]hours you're just [A7]gentle on my [D]mind [Dmaj7] [D9] [D]


 Though the [D]wheat fields and the [Dmaj7]clothes lines
 And the [D6]junkyards and the [Dmaj7]highways come be[Em]tween us [Emaj7] [Em7] [Emaj7]
 And some [Em]other woman's [Emaj7]cryin' to her [Em7]mother
 'Cause she [A7]turned and I was [D] gone
 I [D]still might run in [Dmaj7]silence, tears of [D6]joy might stain my [Dmaj7]face
 And the [D]summer sun might burn[Dmaj7] me 'til I'm [Em]blind
 But [Em]not to where I [Emmaj7]cannot see you [Em7]walkin' on the [A7]back roads
 By the [Em]rivers flowing [A7]gentle on my [D]mind [Dmaj7] [D9] [D]

 
I [D]dip my cup of soup [Dmaj7]back from the [D6]gurgling
 crackling [Dmaj7]caldron in some [Em]train yard.[Emaj7] [Em7][Emaj7]
 My [Em]beard a roughening [Emaj7]coal pile 
and a [Em7]dirty hat pulled [A7]low across my face [D][Dmaj7][D9][D]
 Through [D]cupped hands round a [Dmaj7]tin can..
I [D6]pretend I hold[D] you [Dmaj7]to my breast and [Em]find [Em][Emaj7] [Em7][Emaj7]
 that [Em]you're waving from [Emaj7]the back roads, 
by the [Em7]rivers of my [A7]memory,
 ever [Em]smiling ever [A7]gentle on my [D]mind [Dmaj7][D9][D]