Chords for Russell Moore & IIIrd Tyme Out "Gentle On My Mind"

_ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your [G#m] door is [C#m] always open [E] and your path is [F#m] free to walk. _ _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend [C#] to leave [A] my sleeping bag rolled up [B] and [E] stashed behind your couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not [C#m] shackled by forgotten [E] words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried upon [B] some [F#m] line.
_ _ _ _ That keeps you in the back [A] roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] Keeps you [B] ever gentle on [E] my _ _ mind. _
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_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
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[C#] _ _ [A] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks [G#m] and [C#m] ivy planted on [E] the columns now [F#m] that binds me. _ _ _
_ Or something that [C#] somebody said [A] because they thought [B] we [E] fit together walking. _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that [G#m] the world will not [C#m] be cursed [E] or forgiven when I walk along some
railroad [F#m] track and find.
_ _ _ That you're moving [C#] on the back roads [A] by the rivers of [B] my memory [F#m] and for hours [B] you're just
gentle [E] on my _ _ _ _ _ _ mind.
_ [G#m] _ _ [E] _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ [B] _
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _
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_ Though the wheat fields and the [G#m] clotheslines [C#m] and the junkyards [E] and the highways come [F#m] between us. _ _ _ _
And some other [C#] woman crying to [A] her mother cause [E] she turned and I was gone. _ _ _
_ I still like running [G#m] silence [C#m] tears of joy might [E] stain my face and the summer sun might
burn me till [B] I'm blind.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ But not to where [F] I cannot see [A] you [E] walking on [G#m] the back roads [C#m] by the rivers [B] flowing gentle
[E] on my _ mind. _ _
_ I get my cup of soup back from the gurgling crack and [G#m] cauldron [F#m] in some train yard. _ _ _
_ My beard a [C#] roughening coal pile [A] and a dirty hat [B] pulled low [E] across my face. _ _ _
_ _ Through cupped [G#m] hands round a tin [C#m] can I pretend [G#m] I hold you to my breast [F#m] and find. _
_ _ That you're waving [C#] from the back roads [A] by the rivers [B] of my memory [A] ever smiling [B] ever
gentle [E] on my _ mind. _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
_ [F#m] [B] Thank you for watching!
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[A#] _ [A] _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _