Chords for Tim O'Brien band feat. Bryan Sutton - Gentle On My Mind

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_ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Bb] to walk
_ [Gm] _ _ _ Makes me tend to [D] leave my sleeping [Bb] bag rolled up [Gm] and stashed behind [F] your couch
_ _ _ _ _ Knowing I'm not shackled by [Dm] forgotten words [F] or bonds
Or the ink stains that have dried upon [Gm] sunlight
It _ _ _ _ keeps me on the [Bb] back roads by the rivers [Gm] of your memories
For I wish you were just gentle [F] on my _ mind
_ _ _ Not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Gm] now that binds me
_ Something _ _ _ [D] that somebody [Bb] said because they [E] thought we'd fit [F] together walking
Knowing _ _ _ _ that the world will not be cursing and forgiving
As I walk along some [Gm] railroad track and find _ _
_ _ _ That you're moving on [Bb] the back roads by the rivers of [Gm] my memories
For I wish you [C] were just gentle on [F] my _ mind _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the highways and the [Bb] junkyards come between [Gm] us _ _ _ _
Some little woman [D] crying [Bb] to her mother [E] because she turned [F] and I was _ gone
_ _ [Bb] _ [F] I still might run in silence, [Bb] tears of joy might stain [F] my face
And the summer sun might burn [Gm] me till I'm blind _
Not _ _ to where [Gb] I cannot see [Bb] you walking on the [E] back [Gm] roads by the rivers
I'm a beautiful [C] and gentle on [F] my mind
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_ [C] _ [Dm] _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ While I tip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [Gm] some train yard
_ My _ _ beard a [Gb] ruffing in coal [Bb] pile, a dirty hat [E] pulled low across [F] my face
_ _ _ _ The cup tans around a tin can, [Dm] I pretend to hold [F] you to my breast [Gm] and pie
_ Till _ _ every [Gb] funk back roads [Bb] by the rivers [C] of my [Gm] memories
Ever smiles ever gentle [F] on my mind _ _
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