Gentle On My Mind

Höfundur lags: John Hartford Höfundur texta: John Hartford Flytjandi: Glen Campbell Sent inn af: Anonymous
It's [C]knowing that your [Cmaj7]door is always [C6]open   
And your [Cmaj7]path is free to [Dm7]walk    
That [Dm]makes me tend to [Dmmaj7]leave my sleeping [Dm7]bag    
Rolled up and [G7]stashed behind your [C]couch

And it's [C]knowing I'm not [Cmaj7]shackled by
for[C6]gotten words and [Cmaj7]bonds      
And the [C]ink stains that have [Cmaj7]dried if on some [Dm7]line    
That [Dm]keeps you in the [Dmmaj7]back-roads
By the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memory
that [Dm7]keeps you ever [G7]gentle on my [C]mind

It's not [C]clinging to the [Cmaj7]rocks and ivy
[C6]Planted on the [Cmaj7]columns now that [Dm7]bind me
Or [Dm]something that some[Dmmaj7]body said
Be[Dm7]cause they thought we [G7]fit together [C]walking

It's just [C]knowing that the [Cmaj7]world will not be [C6]cursing
Or for[Cmaj7]giving when I [C]walk along some
[Cmaj7]railroad track and [Dm7]find    
That you are [Dm]moving on the [Dmmaj7]back-roads
by the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memory
And for [Dm7]hours you're just [G7]gentle on my [C]mind

Though the [C]wheat fields and the [Cmaj7]clothes lines
And the [C6]junkyards and the [Cmaj7]highways come bet[Dm7]ween us
And some [Dm]other woman [Dmmaj7]crying to her [Dm7]mother
Cause she [G7]turned and I was [C]gone

I [C]still might run in [Cmaj7]silence      
tears of [C6]joy might stain my [Cmaj7]face      
And the [C]summer sun might [Cmaj7]burn me till I'm [Dm7]blind    
But [Dm]not to where I [Dmmaj7]cannot see you
[Dm7]walking on the [G7]back-roads
By the [Dm7]rivers flowing [G7]gentle on my [C]mind

I [C]dip my cup of [Cmaj7]soup back from the [C6]gurgling
Crackling [Cmaj7]caldron in some [Dm7]train yard
My [Dm]beard a roughning [Dmmaj7]coal pile and
A [Dm7]dirty hat pulled [G7]low across my [C]face

Through [C]cupped hands 'round a [Cmaj7]tin can      
I pre[C6]tend I hold you [Cmaj7]to my breast and [Dm7]find    
That you're [Dm]waving from the [Dmmaj7]back-roads
By the [Dm7]rivers of my [G7]memory's
ever [Dm7]smiling ever [G7]gentle on my [C]mind

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it's knowing I'm not shackled by
forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried if on some line
That keeps you in the back-roads
By the rivers of my memory
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on the columns now that bind 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 back-roads
by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
Cause she turned and I was gone

I still might run in silence
tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you
walking on the back-roads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling
Crackling caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the back-roads
By the rivers of my memory's
ever smiling ever gentle on my mind

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