Gentle On My Mind Ukulele tab

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1. Well, 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 tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up 
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    and stashed behind your couch. 

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    And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds, 
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    and the ink stains that have dried upon some lines, 
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    that keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory, 
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    and keeps you ever gentle on my mind. 

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2. It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy 
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    planted on their columns now that bind me, 
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    or something that somebody said because 
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    they thought we fit together walking. 

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    It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiven, 
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    when I walk along some railroad track and find 
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    that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory, 
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    and for hours you're just gentle on my mind. 

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3. Though the wheat fields and the coal mines 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, 
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    'cause she turned and I was gone. 

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    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 walking on the back roads 
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    by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind. 

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4. I dip my cup of soup from some gurgling, crackling cauldron 
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    in some train yard, 
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    my beard a roughening coal pile 
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    and a dirty hat pulled low across my face. 

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    Through cupped hands round a tin can 
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    I pretend to hold you to my breast and find 
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    that you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory, 
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    ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind.