Gentle on My Mind Glen Campbell
John Hartford, 1967
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
[G7]
and the [G]ink stains that have dried if on some [Am]line,
that keeps you in the b[Am7]ackroads
that k[Am]eeps you ever g[D7]entle on my [G]mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
planted on the columns now that binds me,
or something that somebody said
because they thought we fit together walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track
and find that you are moving on the backroads
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
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