Gentle On My Mind taby ukulele według Glen Campbell

Intro:D


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It's knowing that your door is always open
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And your path is free to walk
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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 are dried upon some line
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That keeps you in the backroads
       Em7          A
By the rivers of my memory
     Em             A            D
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind




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It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
D6               Dmaj7            Em
Planted on their columns now that bind me
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Or something that somebody said
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Because they thought we fit together walking
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
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Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
            Em            Emmaj7
That you're moving on the backroads
       Em7          A
By the rivers of my memory
        Em                A            D
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind



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Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
         D6               Dmaj7          Em
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
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And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
           A                D
'Cause she turned and I was gone
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I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
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And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
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But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
       Em             A            D
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind




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I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
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Cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
   Em                 Emmaj7
My beard a roughenin' coal pile, and
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A dirty hat pulled low across my face
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Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
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I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
            Em               Emmaj7
That you're waiting from the backroads
       Em7          A
By the rivers of my memories
     Em           A            D
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind