Gentle On My Mind [C] - Glenn Campbell Capo 3rd Fret C 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 for[C]gotten words and [Em] bonds and the [C] ink stains that have [Em] dried upon some [Dm] line That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory that keeps you ever [G] gentle on my [C] mind [Em] [C] [Em] It's [C] not 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 think we [G] fit together [C] walkin' [Em] [C] [Em] It's just [C] knowing that the [Em] world will not be [C] cursing or [Em] forgivin' when I [C] walk along some [Em] railroad track and [Dm] find That you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory and for hours you're just [G] gentle on my [C] mind [Em] [C] [Em] Though the [C] wheat fields & the [Em] clothes lines and [C] junkyards & the [Em] highways come [Dm] between us, And some other woman's crying to her mother, ' cause she [G] turned and I was [C] gone [Em] [C] [Em] I [C] still might run in [Em] silence, tears of [C] joy might stain my [Em] face and the [C] summer sun might [Em] burn me 'till I'm [Dm] blind But not to where I cannot see you walkin on the backroads by the rivers flowing [G] gentle on my [C] mind [Em] [C] [Em] I [C] dip my cup of [Em] soup back from the [C] gurglin' cracklin' [Em] cauldron in some train [Dm] yard; My beard a roughning coal pile and a dirty hat pulled [G] low across my [C] face [Em] [C] [Em] Through [C] cupped hands 'round a [Em] tin can I [C] pretend I hold you [Em] to my breast and [Dm] find That you're waving from the backroads by the rivers of my memory ever smilin' ever [G] gentle on my [C] mind [Em] [C] [Em] C Em C