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Tuning: G C E A
[Intro]
C Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7
[Verse 1]
It's Cknowing that your Cmaj7door is always
C6open and your Cmaj7path is free to Dmwalk G7 Dm G7
that Dmmakes me tend to G7leave my sleeping
Dmbag rolled up and G7stashed behind your Ccouch Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7
And it's Cknowing I'm not Cmaj7shackled by forgC6otten words and
Cmaj7bonds and the Cink stains that have Cmaj7dried upon some DmlineG7 Dm G7
That kDmeeps you in the G7backroads by the
Dmrivers of my G7mem'ry, thatDm keeps you ever
G7gentle on my Cmind Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7
[Verse 2]
It's Cnot clinging to thCmaj7e rocks and ivy
C6Planted on theCmaj7ir columns now tDmhat bG7ind meDm G7
Or soDmmething that someG7body said
DmBecause they thinkG7 we fit together walCkin'. Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7
It's justC knowing that thCmaj7e world will notC6 be cursing or
Cmaj7Forgiving, wheCn I walk along some rCmaj7ailroad track anDmd fiG7nd Dm G7
That yDmou're moving on G7the backroads by the
DmRivers of my G7mem'ry, and Dmfor hours you're just
G7Gentle on my Cmind Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7
[Verse 3]
ThougCh the wheat fieldsCmaj7 and the clothes lines and the
C6Junkyards and Cmaj7the highways comDme betG7ween usDm, G7
And sDmome other woman'sG7 crying to her
DmMother, 'cause sheG7 turned and I was goCne. Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7
I still mCight run in sileCmaj7nce, tears of joC6y might stain my
Cmaj7Face, and the Csummer sun might burnCmaj7 me 'till I'm blDmind G7 Dm G7
But noDmt to where I canG7not see you
DmWalkin' on thG7e backroads,Dm by the rivers flowing
G7Gentle on my Cmind Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7
[Verse 4]
I dipC my cup of soup baCmaj7ck from the
C6Gurglin', cracCmaj7klin' cauldron Dmin some G7trainyarDmd; G7
My beDmard a roughning cG7oal pile and a
DmDirty hat pulled lG7ow across my Cface. Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7
Through cCupped hands 'rouCmaj7nd a tin can, I C6
Cmaj7Pretend I holdC you to my Cmaj7breast and fiDmnd; G7 Dm G7
That yDmou're waving froG7m the backroads by the
DmRivers of my G7memory, everDm smilin' ever
G7Gentle on my Cmind.Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7 C