Tuning:

[Verse]

^CIt's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to ^Dmwalk

That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag

Rolled up and ^G7stashed behind your ^Ccouch

And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds

And the ink stains that have dried if on some ^Dmline That keeps you in the back-roads By the rivers of my memory that keeps you ever ^G7gentle on my ^Cmind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy

Planted on the columns now that binds ^Dmme Or something that somebody said Because they ^G7thought we fit together ^Cwalking

It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing

Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and ^Dmfind That you are moving on the back-roads by the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just ^G7gentle on my ^Cmind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines

And the junkyards and the highways come ^Dmbetween us And some other woman crying to her mother Cause she ^G7turned and I was ^Cgone

I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face

And the summer sun might burn me till I'm ^Dmblind But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back-roads By the rivers flowing ^G7gentle on my ^Cmind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling

Crackling caldron in some train ^Dmyard My beard a roughning coal pile and A dirty hat ^G7pulled low across my ^Cface

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can

I pretend I hold you to my breast and ^Dmfind That you're waving from the back-roads By the rivers of my memory ever smiling ever ^G7gentle on my ^Cmind

Glen Campbell - Gentle on my mind