Gentle On My Mind Glen Campbell

It's [G]knowing that your door is always [G7]open

and your [G]path is free to [Am]walk,

that makes me tend to [Am7]leave my sleeping bag

rolled up and [D7]stashed behind your [G]couch.

And it's [G]knowing I'm not shackled

by forg[G7]otten words and bonds

and the [G]ink stains that have dried if on some [Am]line,

that keeps you in the [Am7]backroads

by the rivers of my mem'ry

that k[Am]eeps you ever g[D7]entle on my [G]mind.

It's [G]not clinging to the rocks and [G7]ivy

planted on the [G]columns now that binds [Am]me,

or something that [Am7]somebody said

because they thought [D7]we fit together [G]walking.

It's just [G]knowing that the [Am]world

will not be [G7]cursing or forgiving

when I [G7]walk along some railroad track and [Am]find

that you are moving on the [Am7]backroads

by the rivers of my mem'ry

and [Am]for hours you're just [D7]gentle on my [G]mind.

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