Chords for 【Gentle On My Mind】~Carl Jackson/Ashley Campbell~Guitar & Banjo Interlude Extended Edition

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It's knowing that your door is always open and your path [F#m] is free to walk. _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [B] up and stashed [E] behind your couch. _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds,
or the ink stains that have dried up on [F#m] the sunlight. _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [F#m] That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] That keeps [B] you ever chill [E] on my mind.
_ _ _ _ Well it's not clinging to the rocks that might be planted on their collars [F#m] now by me.
_ _ _ _ Or it's something that somebody said because they [B] thought we'd fit [E] together walking.
_ _ _ _ _ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
when I walk along some railroad [F#m] track and find _ _
_ _ That you're moving [C#] on the back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] and for hours [B] you're just chilling on my mind.
_ [E] _ _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come [C#m] loose
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ and some other woman's crying to her mother [B] cause she turned and [E] I was gone.
_ _ _ _ I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain the face
and the summer sun might burn me [F#m] to the mud. _ _
_ _ But not to [C#] where I'm cannot [F#m] see you walking [B] on the back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] flowing chilling [E] on my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm not going to say it.
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_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] Well _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I dip my cover suit back from the girly crackling cauldron in [F#m] some train yard.
_ _ _ _ My beard a [C#] rustin coal pile [F#] and a dirty hat [B] pull low [E] across my face.
_ _ _ _ Through cut hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breast and find
_ That [C#] _ _ [F#m] you're waving [C#] from the back roads [F#m] by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] and for smiling [B] ever chilling [E] on my _ _ mind.
_ On [F#m] my _ _ [E] mind.
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