Chords for Elvis - Gentle On My Mind

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It's knowing that your door is [C#m] always open [E] and your path is [F#m] free to walk. _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled [B] up and stashed [E] behind your couch. _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing I'm not shackled [C#m] by forgotten [E] words and bonds.
I have the heat stains that have dried up [F#m] on the sunlight.
That _ _ keeps _ _ you [F#] in the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] That keeps you [B] ever chippin' [E] along my mind. _ _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks in my way or planet on their call.
[F#m] Or _ _ something _ _ _ that somebody said [C#] because they thought [B] we've been together [E] walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven when I walk along some railroad [F#m] track in the sun. _
_ _ _ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#] And for hours you're just [E] chippin' along my mind.
_ _ _ _ Though the wheat fields and [D#] the clove lands and the [E] junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
_ _ And some other [F#] woman's crying to her mother cause [B] she threatened that I [E] was gone.
_ _ _ _ _ I still might run in the [G#m] south until the joe might [E] stain my face.
And the summer sun might burn me till [F#m] I'm blind. _ _ _ _
_ But not to where I cannot [F#] see you walking [B] the back [F#] roads by the rivers of [B] flowing gentle [E] on my mind. _
_ _ _ _ I dip my cup [G#m] of soup back from a gurglin' fuckin' [E] cold and it's [F#m] some train guy.
_ _ _ My bearded rug and [F] coal pile [C#] and a dirty hat [B] would blow across [E] my face. _ _
_ _ Threw cup [G#m] tans around a tin [C#m] can and I pretend to [E] hold you till my [F#m] breath stands fine. _
_ That you're waving from [F] the back roads [C#] by the rivers of my memory.
[F#m] And ever smiling [B] ever chippin' along my [E]
mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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