Chords for Grass Roots to Bluegrass -JohnHartford -Gentle On My Mind

[Em] _ _ I bet you John Hartford could dig me out of a hole right here.
_ _ _ Why don't you do that ever famous one that you put down that _ everybody has done,
_ that they have to haul the money in in trucks when it's royalty time.
_ Say, get that band to come over here [N] behind me.
I can say this _ song has a reputation for being a pop song and not a bluegrass song.
But when I wrote it I was a bluegrass banjo picker living in southeast Missouri in the cotton fields.
And I sure didn't write it as a_
For a pop song. _
Whatever.
It's been one of the best old time songs I ever heard.
It's been good for me and I appreciate it a whole lot.
You cry all the way to the bank, don't you?
That's exactly right, Will.
_ [A] _ _ It's _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ known that your door's always open and your path is free [E] to walk. _ _ _ _ _
_ And it makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag, roll up and stand behind [A] your couch. _ _ _ _
_ And it's known I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that dried upon [E] some of mine. _
_ _ _ _ _ And it keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory.
It keeps you ever gentle [A] on my mind. _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now [E] that vines bloom. _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [A] together walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track [E] and _ find_
_ _ That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory.
For hours you're just gentle [A] on my mind. _ _ _
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That's my Benny Martin honorary lick.
I'd like to dedicate this to old Big Time if he's out there.
_ _ _ _ See when I came_
I'm in this business on account of Earl Scruggs and Benny Martin.
That's where it starts [F#] for me.
I went to see them in _ [A] _
1954 at Shady Rocks Park and they walked out there in them two-toned shoes and [Am] I've never been the same since. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] Oh, the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [E] come between. _ _ _ _ _
Had some mother woman crying to her mother cause she turned and [A] I was gone. _ _ _ _
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face, and a summer sun might burn me till I'm [E] blind. _
_ _ _ _ Run not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle [A] on my mind.
Let's all play it here. _ _
Yeah, play it little boy.
Put a capo on there.
Yeah, [E] there you go. _ _ _ _ _
_ Sonny?
Yeah?
Yeah? _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ Best musicians in the world here, huh? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin' cracklin' cauldron in some [E] train yard.
_ _ _ _ My beard a ruffin' in coal pile and a dirty hat full of old cross.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ In cup tans round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [E] and find
That _ _ _ you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory for hours you just tattle [A] on my mind. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm a fool for _ you.
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_ Sweetheart. _ _ _ _ _
_ Ah, [E] John, that's a [A] classic.
No wonder everybody recorded that one.
Took you to Hollerwood and everywhere, didn't it, John?
Yeah, buddy.
Put me in a fast lane.
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