Chords for John Hartford -- Gentle On My Mind

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_ _ Oh, Benny Martin now.
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[G] _ _ [A] It's [Em] _ _
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_ _ _ _ knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to _ _ walk. _
_ That makes me [Eb] tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up [A] there stacked behind [D] your couch. _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled [Bm] by forgotten [D] words and bonds and these stains that have
dried up [Em] on some wine. _ _ _ _
_ That keeps you [Eb] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] That keeps you [A] ever gentle on [D] my mind. _ _
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_ _ Oh, Sam. _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ Sammy Bush. _
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_ _ It's not clinging to the [Gbm] rocks and ivy [D] planted on their columns now [Em] that binds me. _ _ _
Or something that [Eb] somebody said [G] because they thought [A] we fit together [D] water. _
_ _ _ _ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some
little track [Em] and find _ _ _ that you're waving from [Eb] the back [G] roads by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] For hours you're [A] just gentle on [D] my mind. _ _
_ _ _ Although the wheat fields [Gbm] and the clotheslines [Bm] and the junkyards and [D] the highways come [Em] before. _ _ _ _ _
And some other [Eb] woman crying to [G] her mother cause [A] she'd tear and I [D] was gone.
_ _ _ _ [Gbm] I [D] still might run [Gbm] in silence, tears [Bm] of joy might stain [D] my face, and a summer sun might burn me till [Em] I'm blind. _ _ _ _
_ But not to where [Eb] I cannot [G] see you walking on [A] the back [Em] roads by the rivers [A] flowing gentle on [D] my mind.
Dave Robin. _ _ _ _ _
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Buddy Evans. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ I'd get my cup of [Gbm] soup back [D] from the gurgling, crackling, cauldron [Em] in some train yard. _ _
_ My beard [Eb] ruffling in coal [G] pile and a dirty [A] hat pulled [D] across my _ _ _ face. _
Through cup tabs round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find. _
_ _ _ That you're waving from [Eb] the back roads [G] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
Ever [Em] smiling, [A] ever gentle [D] on my mind. _ _ _ _ _
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