Gentle On My Mind Chords by The Band Perry

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I'll be right back, okay?.
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_ Hey, [E] I get- _ .
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_ _ I know.
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Well it's knowing that your door is [Bbm] always open [Db] and your path is [Ebm] free to walk.
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_ _ _ _ That makes me tend to leave my [Gb] sleeping bag rolled [Ab] up and stashed [Db] behind your couch.
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_ _ And it's knowing [Fm] I'm not shackled [Db] by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that I dried [Ebm] upon some lie.
_ _ _ _ That keeps you [Gb] on the back roads [Ebm] by the rivers [Ab] of my memory.
[Ebm] It keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind.
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It's not clinging [Fm] to the rocks and [Bbm] ivy planted [Db] on their columns [Ebm] now that bind me.
_ _ _ _ Or something [Gb] that somebody [Ebm] said because they [Ab] thought we fit [Db] together a-walking.
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_ _ It's just knowing [Fm] that the world will not [Bbm] be [Db] cursed nor forgiven when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find.
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_ _ _ _ That you're moving [Gb] on the back roads [Ebm] by the rivers [Ab] of my memory.
[Ebm] Ever hours [Ab] you're just gentle [Db] on my mind.
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Oh, but wheat fields and the clotheslines [Bbm] and the junkyards [Db] and the highways come [Ebm] between us.
_ _ _ And some other [Gb] woman's crying to [Ebm] her mother, cause [Ab] she turned and I [Db] was gone.
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_ Ooh, I feel my rudder's silenced, tears [Bbm] of joy might stain [Db] my face.
And the summer sun might burn me till [Ebm] I'm blind.
Oh, _ _ _ but not to where [Gb] I cannot see [Ebm] you walking [Ab] on the back roads [Ebm] by the rivers flowing [Ab] gentle on [Db] my mind.
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Lies in my cup, a soup sack from a curdling, crackling cauldron in [Ebm] some train yard.
_ _ _ _ Not theater, I slid a cold [Gb] towel, a dirty hat, [Ab].
pullover across [Db] my face.
Across my face.
Through cup, tears and the tin can I pretend to hold you till my breast [Ebm] will find.
_ _ Oh, that you're waiting from [Bb] the back roads [Ebm] by the rivers of [Ab] my memory.
[Ebm] Ever smiling, [Ab] ever gentle on [Db] my mind.
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_ Gentle on my mind.
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_ You are gentle on my _ mind.
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[Bbm] You, [Db] _ _ you, you.
Yeah!
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