Gentle on My Mind - John Hartford / Glen Campbell cover Chords

but my arm is kind of blocking you and it's kind of odd.
I like the big wing though.
It's like you're gonna fly away. _ _ _ _
Coffee cheers.
This week we are doing Gentle on My Mind, a John Hartford tune
made even more famous by Glenn Campbell.
Yeah, I have to say I actually never had the lyrics register until I heard you singing this
the other day.
So that's kind of fun.
Because of my beard a rufflin.
Because you have a rufflin beard.
Yeah.
And I have a cracklin cauldron.
I do like a good cracklin [G] cauldron. _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G] It's knowing [Bm] that your door is always [B] open and your [G] path is free to [Am] walk.
_ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _
[Am] That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Bm] behind your couch.
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Em] forgotten words and bonds
and the ink stains that are dried upon [Am] some line. _ _ _ _ _
_ That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my [D] memory.
It keeps you ever gentle [G] on my mind.
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now [Em] that binds me. _ _
_ _ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought [E] we fit [G] together walking. _
_ _ _ _ _ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
when I walk along some railroad track [Am] and find _ _
_ _ _ that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [E] memory.
And for hours you're just gentle [G] on my mind. _ _ _
_ _ Though the wheat fields and the [Em] clotheslines and the junkyards and [G] the highways [Em] come between us. _
_ _ _ _ And some other woman crying to [D] her mother because she [G] 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 [Em] till I'm blind. _
_ _ _ _ But not [E] to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads
by the rivers flowing gentle [G] on my mind. _ _ _
_ _ I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crack and cauldron in some [C] train yard. _
_ _ _ _ [Em] My beard a roughening coal pile [D] and a dirty [D] hat pulled low [G] across my face.
_ _ _ _ _ Through cup hands round the sink can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find
_ _ _ _ _ that you're waiting on the back [E] roads by the rivers of my memory.
Ever smiling, ever gentle [G] on my mind. _
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_ _ _ Happy [Em] Sunday morning.
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