John Hartford - Gentle on my mind

It's ^Cknowing that your ^Cmaj7door is always o^C6pen And your ^Cpath is free to walk^Dm That ^Dmmakes me tend to ^Dmmaj7leave my sleeping ^Dm7bag Rolled up and ^Gstashed behind your^C couch And it's ^Cknowing I'm not ^Cmaj7shackled By fo^C6rgotten words and ^Cbonds And the ^Cink stains that are ^Cdried upon some ^Dmline That ^Dmkeeps you on the ^Dmmaj7back roads By the ^Dm7rivers of my ^Gmemory That ^Dmkeeps you ever ^Ggentle on my ^Cmind

It's not ^Cclinging to the rocks^Cmaj7 and ivy ^C6Planted on their ^Ccolumns now that ^Dmbinds me Or ^Dmsomething that some^Dmmaj7bo - dy said Be^Dm7cause they thought we ^Gfit together ^Cwalking It's just ^Cknowing that the ^Cmaj7world will not be ^C6cursing or for^Cgiving when I ^Cwalk along some railroad track and ^Dm7find That you're ^Dmmoving on the back^Dmmaj7 roads By the ^Dm7rivers of my ^Gmemory And for ^Dmhours you're just ^Ggentle on my ^Cmind

Though the ^Cwheat fields and the ^Cmaj7clothes lines And the ^C6junkyards and the ^Chighways come be^Dm7tween us And some ^Dmother woman's ^Dmmaj7cryin' to her ^Dm7mother 'Cause she ^Gturned and I was ^C gone I ^Cstill might run in ^Cmaj7silence, tears of ^C6joy might stain my ^Cface And the ^Csummer sun might burn me 'til I'm ^Dm7blind Oh, but ^Dmnot to where I ^Dmmaj7cannot see you ^Dm7walkin' on the ^Gback roads By the ^Dmrivers flowing ^Ggentle on my ^Cmind

I ^Cdip my cup of ^Cmaj7soup back from a ^C6gurglin', Cracklin' ^Ccauldron in some ^Dmtrain yard My ^Dmbeard a rustling, a ^Dmmaj7cold towel, and a ^Dm7dirty hat pulled ^Glow across my ^Cface Through ^Ccupped hands 'round the ^Cmaj7tin can I pre^C6tend to hold you ^Cto my breast and ^Dm7find That you're ^Dmwaiting from the ^Dmmaj7back roads By the ^Dm7rivers of my ^G7memories Dm G C | Csus4 | C | C7sus4 | C | Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind