Gentle On My Mind Cifras

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Lyrics and Music: John Hartford
Year: 2016
Producer: Joe Henry
Coverversie van: John Hartford - Gentle On My Mind
Worked out for rory28
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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It's knowing that your door is always open
                         Em
and your path is free to walk,
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That makes me tends to leave my sleeping bag rolled up
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and stashed behind your couch.
 
[Verse 2]
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It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bars
                                             Em
and the ink stains that have dried upon some lines,
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that keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
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and keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
 
[Verse 3]
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It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy, planted on the columns,
         Em
now that binds me;
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or something that somebody said
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because they thought we fit together walkin'.
 
[Verse 4]
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven
                                         Em
when I walk along some railway track and find
            A
that you're waiting on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
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for hours, you're just gentle on my mind.
 
[Verse 5]
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Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards
                        Em
and the highways come between us
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and some other woman's crying to her mother 'cause she turned
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and I was gone.
 
[Verse 6]
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Well, I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
                                          Em
and the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind.
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But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads
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by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.
 
[Verse 7]
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Well, I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling bubbling cauldron
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in some train yard;
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my beard rough and the coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low
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'cross my face.
 
[Verse 8]
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Through cupped hand, drivin' tin can,
                                       Em
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
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that you're waiving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory,
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ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind.
 
[Outro]
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