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----------------------------------------------------------------------- GENTLE ON MY MIND - Glen Campbell ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Bob Miller e-mail: onefinebob at gmail dot com C: x32010 Cmaj7: x32000 C6: x322x0 (I use the finger on the G string to mute the B string. It makes for a faster change between the Cmaj7 and C6) Dm: xx0231 Dmmaj7: xx0221 Dm7: xx0211 G7: 320001 [Intro] C C C C [Verse 1]
It's Cknowing that your Cmaj7door is always C6Open and your Cmaj7path is free to Dmwalk That Dmmakes me tend to Dmmaj7leave my sleeping Dm7Bag rolled up and G7stashed behind your Ccouch And it's Cknowing I'm not Cmaj7shackled by forC6gotten words and Cmaj7bonds And the Cink stains that are Cmaj7dried upon someDm line That Dmkeeps you in the Dmmaj7backroads by the Dm7Rivers of my G7mem'ry, that Dmkeeps you ever G7Gentle on my Cmind
[Verse 2]
It's not Cclinging to the Cmaj7rocks and ivy C6Planted on their Cmaj7columns now that Dmbind me Or Dmsomething that someDmmaj7body said BeDm7cause they thought we G7fit together Cwalkin' It's just Cknowing that the Cmaj7world will not be C6cursing or forCmaj7giving when I Cwalk along some Cmaj7railroad track andDm find That you're Dmmoving on the Dmmaj7backroads by the Dm7Rivers of my G7mem'ry, and for Dmhours you're just G7Gentle on my Cmind
[Verse 3]
Though the Cwheat fields and the Cmaj7clothes lines and the C6Junkyards and the Cmaj7highways come beDmtween us And some Dmother woman's Dmmaj7crying to her Dm7mother 'Cause she G7turned and I was Cgone I Cstill might run in Cmaj7silence, tears of C6joy might stain my Cmaj7face And the Csummer sun might Cmaj7burn me till I'mDm blind But Dmnot to where I Dmmaj7cannot see you Dm7Walkin' on the G7backroads, by the Dmrivers flowing G7Gentle on my Cmind
[Verse 4]
I Cdip my cup of Cmaj7soup back from a C6Gurglin', cracklin' Cmaj7cauldron in someDm trainyard; My Dmbeard a roughning Dmmaj7coal pile and a Dm7Dirty hat pulled G7low across my Cface Through Ccupped hands 'round a Cmaj7tin can I PreC6tend I hold you Cmaj7to my breast andDm find That you're Dmwaiting from the Dmmaj7backroads by the Dm7Rivers of my G7memories, ever Dmsmilin', ever G7Gentle on my Cmind