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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