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C Cmaj7 C6 Dm DmMaj7 Dm7 G7 Co Dm6 G7 CMaj7 inverse inverse inverse open open e |---8---|---7---|---5---|---1---|---1---|---1---|---1---|-------|---1---|---1---|-------| B |---5---|---5---|---5---|---3---|---2---|---1---|-------|---1---|-------|-------|-------| G |---5---|---5---|---5---|---2---|---2---|---2---|-------|-------|---2---|-------|-------| D |---5---|---5---|---5---|-------|-------|-------|-------|---2---|-------|-------|---2---| A |-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|---2---|---3---|-------|---2---|---3---| E |-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|---3---|-------|-------|---3---|-------| Where the lines end with an open "C" chord, followed by alternating CMaj7 and C play the open CMaj7. Return to the inverse C chords with the start of the next line. [Verse 1]
CIt's knowing that your Cmaj7door is always C6open and your Cmaj7path is free to DmwalkDmMaj7 Dm7 Dm6 Dm DmMaj7 Dm7 G7 Co CMaj7 Co CMaj7 That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch. CAnd its knowing I'm not Cmaj7shackled by forC6gotten words and Cmaj7bonds, Cand the ink stains that have Cmaj7dried up on some DmlineDmMaj7. Dm7 Dm6 That Dmkeeps you in the DmMaj7backroads, by the riDm7vers of my meDm6m'ry, Dm Dm7 Dm6 G7 Co CMaj7 Co CMaj7 That keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
[Verse 2]
CIts not clinging to the Cmaj7rocks and ivy C6planted on their Cmaj7columns now that DmbindDmMaj7 me Dm7 Dm6 DmMaj7 Dm7 G7 Co CMaj7 Co CMaj7 Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin' CIts just knowing that the Cmaj7world will not be C6cursing or forCmaj7giving When I Cwalk along some Cmaj7railroad track and DmfindDmMaj7. Dm7 Dm6 That you're moving on the DmMaj7backroads by the riDm7vers of my meDm6mory Dm Dm7 Dm6 G7 Co CMaj7 Co CMaj7 And for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
[Verse 3]
CThrough the wheatfields and the Cmaj7clotheslines and the C6junkyards and the Cmaj7highways come beDmtweeDmMaj7n us. Dm7 Dm6 DmMaj7 Dm7 G7 Co CMaj7 Co CMaj7 And some other woman crying to her mother cause she turned and I was gone. CI still might run in sCmaj7ilence, tears of C6joy might stain my Cmaj7face, and the summer Csun might Cmaj7burn me till Im DmblinDmMaj7d Dm7 Dm6 But not to where I DmMaj7cannot see you waDm7lkin on the baDm6ckroads Dm Dm7 Dm6 G7 Co CMaj7 Co CMaj7 by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.
[Verse 4]
CI dip my cup of Cmaj7soup back from some C6gurglin', cracklin' Cmaj7cauldron in some DmtraiDmMaj7n yard. Dm7 Dm6 DmMaj7 Dm7 G7 Co CMaj7 Co CMaj7 My beard a roughnin coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face. CThrough cupped hands round a Cmaj7tin can, I Cpretend to hold you Cmaj7to my breast and DmfindDmMaj7 Dm7 Dm6 DmMaj7 Dm7 Dm6 Dm Dm7 Dm6 G7 Co That you're wavin from the backroads by the rivers of my memory Ever smilin ever gentle on my mind.