Gentle On My Mind

	  		  
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It's knowing that your door is always open  
         G               Am  
and your path is free to walk,  
                      Am7  
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag  
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rolled up and stashed behind your couch.  
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And it's knowing I'm not shackled  
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by forgotten words and bonds  
        G                                     Am  
and the ink stains that have dried if on some line,  
                       Am7  
that keeps you in the backroads  
  
by the rivers of my mem'ry  
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that keeps you ever gentle on my 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  
by the rivers of my mem'ry  
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.