Billy Bragg – Gentle On My Mind (Guitar)

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spotify:track:6XSXcrTzgowqsQo3AioT9o Lyrics and Music: John Hartford Year: 2016 Producer: Joe Henry Coverversie van: John Hartford - Gentle On My Mind Worked out for rory28 [Intro] D [Verse 1]
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It's knowing that your door is always open

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and your path is free to walk,

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That makes me tends to leave my sleeping bag rolled up

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and stashed behind your couch.
[Verse 2]
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It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bars

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and the ink stains that have dried upon some lines,

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that keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory

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and keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
[Verse 3]
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It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy, planted on the columns,

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now that binds me;

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or something that somebody said

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because they thought we fit together walkin'.
[Verse 4]
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven

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when I walk along some railway track and find

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that you're waiting on the back roads by the rivers of my memory

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for hours, you're just gentle on my mind.
[Verse 5]
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Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards

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and the highways come between us

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and some other woman's crying to her mother 'cause she turned

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and I was gone.
[Verse 6]
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Well, I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face

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and the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind.

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But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads

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by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.
[Verse 7]
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Well, I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling bubbling cauldron

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in some train yard;

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my beard rough and the coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low

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'cross my face.
[Verse 8]
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Through cupped hand, drivin' tin can,

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I pretend to hold you to my breast and find

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that you're waiving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory,

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ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind.
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