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Gentle On My Mind
Glen Campbell
written by the late John Hartford
1967 album Gentle On My Mind
Glen is infamous for changing lyrics
this uses hartfords original lyrics
that include waving instead of waiting
from the back roads.
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intro D
DIt's knowing that your Dmaj7door is always D6open
And your Dmaj7path is free to EmwalkEm(maj7) Em7 Em(maj7)
That Emmakes me tend to Em(maj7)leave my sleeping Em7bag
Rolled up and Astashed behind your DcouchDmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
And it's Dknowing I'm not Dmaj7shackled
By D6forgotten words and Dmaj7bonds
And the Dink stains that are Dmaj7dried upon some Emline Em(maj7) Em7 Em(maj7)
That Emkeeps you in the Em(maj7)backroads
By the Em7rivers of my Amemory
That Emkeeps you ever Agentle on my DmindDmaj7 D6
Dmaj7It's not Dclinging to the Dmaj7rocks and ivy
D6Planted on their Dmaj7columns now that Embind me Em(maj7) Em7 Em(maj7)
Or sEmomething that Em(maj7)somebody said
Em7Because they thought we Afit together DwalkingDmaj7 D6
IDmaj7t's just Dknowing that the Dmaj7world will not be D6cursing
Or Dmaj7forgiving when I Dwalk along some Dmaj7railroad track and EmfindEm(maj7) Em7
Em(maj7)That you're Emmoving on the Em(maj7)backroads
By the Em7rivers of my Em(maj7)memory
And for Emhours you're just Agentle on my Dmind Dmaj7 D6
Dmaj7Though the Dwheat fields and the Dmaj7clothes lines
And the jD6unkyards and the Dmaj7highways come bEmetweenEm(maj7) us Em7
Em(maj7)And Emsome other woman's Em(maj7)cryin' to her Em7mother
'Cause she Aturned and I was Dgone Dmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
I Dstill might run in Dmaj7silence tears of D6joy might stain my Dmaj7face
And the Dsummer sun might Dmaj7burn me 'til I'm EmblindEm(maj7) Em7 Em(maj7)
But Emnot to where I cEm(maj7)annot see you Em7walkin' on the bEm(maj7)ackroads
By the Emrivers flowing Agentle on my DmindDmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
I Ddip my cup of Dmaj7soup back from a D6gurglin'
Cracklin' Dmaj7caldron in some Emtrain yardEm(maj7) Em7 Em(maj7)
My Embeard a roughing Em(maj7)coal pile, and
A Em7dirty hat pulled Alow across my DfaceDmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
Through Dcupped hands 'round the Dmaj7tin can
I D6pretend to hold you Dmaj7to my breast and EmfindEm(maj7) Em7 Em(maj7)
That you're Emwaveing from the Em(maj7)backroads
By the Em7rivers of my Amemories
Ever Emsmilin' ever Agentle on my DmindDmaj7 D6 Dmaj7 D
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God Bless Glen Travis Campbell