Chords for AJ Lee & Blue Summit - Gentle On My Mind - Jesse Fichman

He's going to sing you this next one on the very, my very far left your far right.
This is Jesse Fishman playing guitar. _ _
Thank you. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm going to sing a song by John Hartford. _
It's also made famous by Glenn Campbell. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ It's called Gentle on My Mind.
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[E] _ _ _ _ Oh it's knowing that your door is [C#m] always open and your [F#m] path is free to walk. _
_ _ _ _ _ That makes me [C#] tend to leave [E] my sleeping bag roll up [B] in stash behind your couch.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried [F#m] up on bare lines. _
_ _ _ That keeps you [C#] in the back [E] roads by the rivers [D#] of my memory, keeps [B] you ever [E] gentle on my mind. _ _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks that [C#m] I've been planting on their columns [F#m] now that binds me. _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody [B] said because [D#] they thought we fit [E] together walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not [C#m] be cursing [E] or forgiving _ when I walk on some
railroad [F#m] track and find.
_ _ _ That you're moving on the [C#] back roads by the rivers of [D#] my memory for [C#] hours you just can't
have [E] on my _ mind. _ _
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_ Oh the wheat field and the clotheslines and the churchyards and the highways [F#m] come between us. _ _
_ And some other [C#] woman crying [E] to her mother [B] cause she turned [E] and I was gone. _ _ _ _
_ Well I still might run in silent [C#m] stares the joy [E] must in my face and some or some might
turn [F#m] me to the blind.
_ _ _ _ _ But not to her I cannot [C#] see you walking [D#] in the back roads by the rivers flowing [E] gentle
on my mind. _ _ _ _
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_ As I dip my cup of soup back in some boiling crackling called an [F#m] instant training. _ _ _ _
_ In my vegetarian [C#] cold pile in a dirty hot polo [E] across the face. _ _ _
_ Through cup cans round a thin can I pretend to hold you to my [F#m] dressing flask. _ _ _ _
That you're moving on [C#] the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smiling [B] ever gentle
[E] on my mind.
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