Alison Krauss - Gentle on my mind

^Cmaj7It's knowing that your door is always open, And ^Am7your path is free to ^Dm7walk, ^Dm7That makes me tend to leave my sleeping ^Aaugbag, ^Dm7Rolled up and ^G7stashed behind your ^Cmaj7couch.

^Cmaj7And it's knowing I'm not shackled, ^Cmaj7By forgotten words and bonds, And the ^Am7ink stains that are dried up on some ^Dm7line, ^Dm7That keeps you in the back roads, By the ^Dm7rivers of my ^G7memory, And ^Dm7keeps you ever ^G7gentle on my ^Cmaj7mind. ^G

^Cmaj7It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy, ^Cmaj7Planted on their columns now that ^Dm7bind me, ^Dm7Or something that somebody s^Aaugaid, Because ^Dm7they thought we ^G7fit, together ^Cmaj7walking.

^Cmaj7It's just knowing that the world, ^Cmaj7Will not be cursing or forgiving, When I walk along some railroad track ^Dm7and find,^Am7 That you're ^Dm7moving on the back r^Aaugoads, By the ^Dm7rivers of my ^G7memory, And for ^Dm7hours you're just ^G7gentle on my ^Cmaj7mind.

^Cmaj7Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines, ^Cmaj7And the junkyards and the ^Am7highways come between ^Dm7us, ^Dm7And some other woman's crying to her ^Aaugmother, ^Dm7Cause she ^G7turned and you were^Cmaj7 gone.

^Cmaj7I still might run in silence, ^Cmaj7Tears of joy might stain my face, And the ^Am7summer sun might burn me until I'm ^Dm7blind,^{Am7 Dm7}But not to where I cannot see. You ^Dm7walking on the back ^G7roads. By the ^Dm7rivers flowing gentle on my ^Cmaj7mind.

^Cmaj7You dip your cup of soup, back from a gurgling, Crackling caul^Am7dron, in some tr^Dm7ain yard, ^Dm7Your beard a roughening coal ^Aaugpile, ^Dm7And a dirty hat ^G7pulled low across your^Cmaj7 face.

^Cmaj7Through cupped hands 'round the tin can, I ^Am7pretend to hold you to my breast and ^Dm7find, ^Dm7That you're waiting from the back roads, By the ^Dm7rivers of my ^G7memories, Ever ^Dm7smiling, ever ^G7gentle on my ^Cmaj7mind.