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Gentle on my mind
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Em
C
It's knowin' that your door is always open,
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Dm
and your path is free to walk,
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
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C
- Em – C - Em
rolled
up and stashed behind your couch.
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Em
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
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Em
by forgotten words and bonds,
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Em
Dm
and
the ink stains that have dried upon some line,
that keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
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C
- Em – C - Em
that
keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
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Em
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
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Em
Dm
planted on their columns now that binds me,
or something that somebody said
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C
- Em – C - Em
because
they thought we fit together walkin'.
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Em
C
Em
It's
just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving,
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Em
Dm
when
I walk along some railroad track and find,
that you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
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C
- Em – C - Em
and
for hours you're just gentle on my mind. Well I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling
caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat
pulled low across my face
Cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
that you're waving from the back roads by the river
of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind
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