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Date: Sat, 02 May 1998 14:30:13 -0600
From: Barrie McCombs <bmccombs@acs.ucalgary.ca>
Subject: c/campbell_glen/gentle_on_my_mind.crd
GENTLE ON MY MIND
John Hartford, 1967
It's Gknowing that your door is always G7open
and your Gpath is free to Amwalk,
that makes me tend to Am7leave my sleeping bag
rolled up and D7stashed behind your Gcouch.
And it's Gknowing I'm not shackled
by forgG7otten words and bonds
and the Gink stains that have dried if on some Amline,
that keeps you in the bAm7ackroads
by the rivers of my mem'ry
that kAmeeps you ever gD7entle on my Gmind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
planted on the columns now that binds me,
or something that somebody said
because they thought we fit together walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track
and find that you are moving on the backroads
by the rivers of my mem'ry
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
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