Gentle On My Mind
Glen Campbell


Capo 3rd Fret

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It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk, that makes me tend to
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Leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch. And it's knowing I'm not
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Shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried if on some line,__
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that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory that keeps you ever gentle on my
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mind.


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It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on the columns now that binds me, or something that
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Somebody said because they thought we fit together walking. It's just knowing that the world will
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Not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find that you are moving
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On the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.


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Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines And the junkyards and the highways come between
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us And some other woman crying to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run
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In silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
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But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads By the rivers flowing gentle on my
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Mind


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I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin' Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
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My beard a roughening coal pile and A dirty hat pulled low across my face Through
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cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find That you're
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waving from the back roads By the rivers of my memory Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind


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