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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. G-----|----|----| D--x--|----|----| A-----|--x-|----| Em7 is one finger on E-----|----|----| 5th String 2nd fret Em(maj7) Capo 1st fret to match recording 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
flyinglibra51 God Bless Glen Travis Campbell