Gentle On My Mind Chords & Lyrics - Elvis Presley
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[INTRO E]
#1.
[E]It's knowin' that your door is always open
and your path is free to [Gbm]walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
rolled up and [B]stashed behind your [E]couch.
[E]And it's knowin' I'm not [B]shackled by for[E]gotten
words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried upon some [Gbm]line.
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers
of my [B]memory..that [Gbm]keeps you ever [B]gentle on my
[E]mind.
#2.
[E]It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted on
their columns now that [Gbm]bind me.
Or something that somebody said [A]because they thought
we [B]fit together, [E]walkin'.
[E]It's just knowing that the [B]world will not be [E]cursing
or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track
and [Gbm]find..that you're movin' on the back roads by the
[A]rivers of my [B]memory and for [Gbm]hours you're just [B]gentle
on my [E]mind.
#3.
[E]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the
junkyards and the highways come [Gbm]between us.
[Gbm]And some other woman's cryin' to her mother cause she
[B]turned and I was [E]gone.
I still might run in [B]silence, tears of joy might stain
my face and the [E]summer sun might [B]burn me till I'm [Gbm]blind.
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the [B]back
roads by the [Gbm]rivers flowin' [B]gentle on my [E]mind.
#4.
I dip my cup of soup [B]back from a [Dbm]gurglin' cracklin'
cauldron in some [Gbm]train yard.
My beard a rustlin' [A]coal pile and a [B]dirty hat pulled low
across my [E]face.
[E]Through cupped hands 'round a tin can, I pretend to hold
you to my breast and [Gbm]find..that you're waitin' from the
back roads [A]by the rivers [Gbm]of my [B]memory, ever [Gbm]smilin', ever
[B]gentle on my [E]mind.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
#1.
[E]It's knowin' that your door is always open
and your path is free to [Gbm]walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
rolled up and [B]stashed behind your [E]couch.
[E]And it's knowin' I'm not [B]shackled by for[E]gotten
words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried upon some [Gbm]line.
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers
of my [B]memory..that [Gbm]keeps you ever [B]gentle on my
[E]mind.
#2.
[E]It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted on
their columns now that [Gbm]bind me.
Or something that somebody said [A]because they thought
we [B]fit together, [E]walkin'.
[E]It's just knowing that the [B]world will not be [E]cursing
or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track
and [Gbm]find..that you're movin' on the back roads by the
[A]rivers of my [B]memory and for [Gbm]hours you're just [B]gentle
on my [E]mind.
#3.
[E]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the
junkyards and the highways come [Gbm]between us.
[Gbm]And some other woman's cryin' to her mother cause she
[B]turned and I was [E]gone.
I still might run in [B]silence, tears of joy might stain
my face and the [E]summer sun might [B]burn me till I'm [Gbm]blind.
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the [B]back
roads by the [Gbm]rivers flowin' [B]gentle on my [E]mind.
#4.
I dip my cup of soup [B]back from a [Dbm]gurglin' cracklin'
cauldron in some [Gbm]train yard.
My beard a rustlin' [A]coal pile and a [B]dirty hat pulled low
across my [E]face.
[E]Through cupped hands 'round a tin can, I pretend to hold
you to my breast and [Gbm]find..that you're waitin' from the
back roads [A]by the rivers [Gbm]of my [B]memory, ever [Gbm]smilin', ever
[B]gentle on my [E]mind.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
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