GENTLE ON MY MIND (Glen Campbell)


      G                                
It's knowing that your door is always open
                          Am
and your path is free to walk,
                       Am7
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
               D7                  G
rolled up and stashed behind your couch.


          G         
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
                                              Am
and the ink stains that have dried if on some line,
                       Am7
that keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
      Am             D7           G
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.


           G
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy 
                                 Am
planted on the columns now that binds me,
                      Am7                 
or something that somebody said
                        D7            G
because they thought we fit together walking.


           G
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
                                           Am      
when I walk along some railroad track and find    
                            Am7
that you are moving on the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
          Am               D7           G
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.