Chords for Radio 1 Sessie Dranouter // Luka Bloom, Roland en Steven De Bruyn - Gentle on my mind

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_ _ [A#] _ I want to say thank you to these incredible [F#] musicians for giving me the honor of singing with them this [Dm] morning. _
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It's [C] knowing that your door [A] is always open [C] and your path is [Dm] free to walk.
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[D] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [G] up and stashed behind your [C] couch.
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_ It's knowing I'm not shackled by [A] forgotten words [C] and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried upon [Dm] some line. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] That keeps you on the back road [Dm] by the rivers of my memory.
[G] _ [Em] Keeps you ever gentle on [C] my mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and [F] ivy planted in [C] rows that [Dm] bind me.
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_ _ Or something that somebody [Dm] said because they [G] thought we fit [Cm] together walking.
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_ _ It's knowing that the world will not [A] be cursing or [C] forgiving _ when I walk along some railroad track [Dm] and find _
that _ [D] _ _ _ _ you're [Dm] moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory.
[G] For hours you're [C] just gentle on my mind.
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the [C] wheat fields and the closed lines and the junkyards and the highways come [Dm] between us.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] And some other woman's crying to her [Dm] mother.
[G] She turned and love was [C] gone.
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ I still might run in silence.
Tears [F] of joy stain [C] my face.
The summer sun might burn me [Dm] till I'm blind.
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_ _ But not to [A] where I cannot see [Dm] you walking on the back roads [G] by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.
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_ _ _ dip my cup of soup back from [A] a gurgling [C] crackling cauldron [Dm] in some train yard. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] My beard a rustling coal pile.
A dirty [G] hat pulled low across my [C] face.
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Through [C] cupped hands around a tin can [F] I pretend to hold [C] you to my breast and [Dm] find _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ that you're waving from the back roads by the [Dm] rivers of my memory.
[G] Ever smiling, [Em] ever gentle on [C] my _ mind. _ _ _
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_ _ _ [N] _ _ Haka raki madana.
_ _ Thank you very much. _ _ _
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