Gentle On My Mind
Glen Campbell
written by the late John Hartford
1967 album Gentle On My Mind

Video here - https://youtu.be/mfMnNqn-hKg

Capo 1st fret to match recording.

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[Intro]


[Verse 1]
             
It's knowing t

         
hat your door 

          
is always open
         
And your path 

           
is free to wal

k
            
That makes me 

        
tend to leave 

            
my sleeping ba


g
              
Rolled up and 

             
stashed behind

      
 your couch
             
And it's knowi

           
ng I'm not sha


ckled
            
By forgotten w

         
ords and bonds
             
And the ink st

              
ains that are 

         
dried upon som

  
e line
            
That keeps you

        
 in the backro

ads
           
By the rivers 

      
of my memory
            
That keeps you

             
 ever gentle o

     
n my mind

[Verse 2]
             
It's not cling

          
ing to the roc


ks and ivy
            
Planted on the

         
ir columns now

      
 that bind me
            
Or something t

    
hat somebody s

aid
           
Because they t

             
hought we fit 

         
together walki

ng
             
It's just know

            
ing that the w

           
orld will not 

  
be cursing
         
Or forgiving w

             
hen I walk alo

         
ng some railro

             
ad track and f


ind
            
That you're mo

            
ving on the ba


ckroads
           
By the rivers 

      
of my memory
            
And for hours 

             
you're just ge

           
ntle on my min

d

[Verse 3]
             
Though the whe

              
at fields and 

   
the clothes li

nes
            
And the junkya

            
rds and the hi

          
ghways come be


tween us
            
And some other

         
 woman's cryin

        
' to her mothe

r
             
'Cause she tur

              
ned and I was 


gone
             
I still might 

         
run in silence

            
, tears of joy

              
 might stain m

  
y face
             
And the summer

           
 sun might bur

            
n me 'til I'm 


blind
            
But not to whe

        
re I cannot se

           
e you walkin' 

       
on the backroa

ds
            
By the rivers 

             
flowing gentle

       
 on my mind

[Verse 4]
             
I dip my cup o

         
f soup back fr

     
om a gurglin'
          
Cracklin' caul

            
dron in some t


rain yard
            
My beard a rou

        
ghenin' coal p

ile, and
           
A dirty hat pu

             
lled low acros

     
s my face
             
Through cupped

              
 hands 'round 

    
the tin can
            
I pretend to h

         
old you to my 

           
breast and fin

d
            
That you're wa

              
iting from the

 
 backroads
           
By the rivers 

      
of my memories
            
Ever smilin' e

             
ver gentle on 

   
my mind