Gentle On My Mind chords

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I'll be right back, okay?.
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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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