GENTLE ON MY MIND    (intro) (midi)

 

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1. It's knowin' that your door is always open,

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    and your path is free to walk,

 

    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,

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    and the ink stains that have dried upon some line,

 

    that keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory,

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    that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.

 

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2. It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy

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    planted on their columns now that binds me,

 

    or something that somebody said

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    because they thought we fit together walkin'.

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   It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving,

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    when I walk along some railroad track and find,

 

    that you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory,

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    and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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3. Well, I dip my cup of soup, back from the gurgling cracklin'

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    cauldron in some train yard,

 

    my beard a roughning coal pile

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    and a dirty hat pulled low across my face.

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    Through cupped hands 'round a tin can

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    I pretend I hold you to my breast and find,

                        

    that you're waving from the backroads by the rivers of my memory,

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    ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind.

 

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(capo 1st)

 

    (Dean Martin)