Gentle on My Mind (Hartford John)

1967 G G7 It's knowing that your door is always open G 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 G7 by forgotten words and bonds G 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. It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on the columns now that binds me, or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking. It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find that you are moving on the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.