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GENTLE ON MY E ND - Glen Campbell
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Tabbed by: Bob Miller
e-mail: onefinebob at gmail dot com
C: x32010
Cmaj7: x32000
C6: x322x0 (I use the finger on the G string to mute the B string.
It makes for a faster change between the Cmaj7 and C6)
Dm: xx0231
Dmmaj7: xx0221
Dm7: xx0211
G7: 320001
[Intro]
CCCC
[Verse 1]
CCmaj7
It's knowing that your door is always
C6Cmaj7Dm
Open and your path is free to walk
DmDmmaj7
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping
Dm7G7C
Bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
CCmaj7C6Cmaj7
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
CCmaj7Dm
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
DmDmmaj7
That keeps you in the backroads by the
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Dm7G7Dm
Rivers of my mem'ry, that keeps you ever
G7C
Gentle on my mind
[Verse 2]
CCmaj7
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
C6Cmaj7Dm
Planted on their columns now that bind me
DmDmmaj7
Or something that somebody said
Dm7G7C
Because they thought we fit together walkin'
CCmaj7C6Cmaj7
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
CCmaj7Dm
when I walk along some railroad track and find
DmDmmaj7
That you're moving on the backroads by the
Dm7G7Dm
Rivers of my mem'ry, and for hours you're just
G7C
Gentle on my mind
[Verse 3]
CCmaj7
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the
C6Cmaj7Dm
Junkyards and the highways come between us
DmDmmaj7Dm7
And some other woman's crying to her mother
G7C
'Cause she turned and I was gone
CCmaj7C6Cmaj7
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
CCmaj7Dm
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
DmDmmaj7
But not to where I cannot see you
Dm7G7Dm
Walkin' on the backroads, by the rivers flowing
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G7C
Gentle on my mind
[Verse 4]
CCmaj7
I dip my cup of soup back from a
C6Cmaj7Dm
Gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some trainyard;
DmDmmaj7
My beard a roughning coal pile and a
Dm7G7C
Dirty hat pulled low across my face
CCmaj7
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can I
C6Cmaj7Dm
Pretend I hold you to my breast and find
DmDmmaj7
That you're waiting from the backroads by the
Dm7G7Dm
Rivers of my memories, ever smilin', ever
G7C
Gentle on my mind