Gentle On My Mind
Dean MartinVersion1
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It's knowing that your door is always open
and your path is free to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten
words and bonds..
and the ink stains that have dried up on some line..
that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers
of my memory..
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on
their 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're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory..
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
Well, I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling
caldron in some train yard.
My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low
across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can..I pretend I hold you to my
breast and find...
that you're waving from the back roads, by the river of my memory,
ever smiling ever gentle on my mind.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
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Readable chord sheet for Gentle On My Mind by Dean Martin
It's [C]knowing that your [Em]door is always [C]open and your [Em]path is free to [Dm]walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [G]stashed behind your [C]couch[Em]. [C] [Em] And it's [C]knowing I'm not [Em]shackled by [C]forgotten words and [Em]bonds.. and the [C]ink stains that have [Em]dried up on some [Dm]line.. that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory.. that keeps you ever [G]gentle on my [C]mind.[Em] [C] [Em] It's not [C]clinging to the [Em]rocks and ivy [C]planted on their [Em]columns now, that [Dm]binds me. Or something that somebody said because they thought we [G]fit together, [C]walking.[Em] [C] [Em] It's just [C]knowing that the [Em]world will not be [C]cursing or [Em]forgiving when I [C]walk along some [Em]railroad track and [Dm]find... that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory.. and for hours you're just [G]gentle on my [C]mind[Em]. [C] [Em] Well, I [C#]dip my cup of [Fm]soup back from the [C#]gurgling crackling [Fm]caldron in some [Ebm]train yard. My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low [Ab]across my [C#]face. [Fm] [C#] [Fm] Through [C#]cupped hands round a [Fm]tin can..I [C#]pretend I hold you [Fm]to my breast and [Ebm]find... that you're waving from the back roads, by the river of my memory, ever [Ab]smiling ever gentle on my [C#]mind. A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.