Glen Campbell, Gentle On My Mind (1967)
^{Key: :[D] (w: John Hartford, 1967) (BPM: 218)}

INTRO: [D] [Dmaj7] [D6] [Dmaj7] : [x2]

VERSE 1A:
It's [D] knowing that your [Dmaj7] door is always [D6] open
and your [Dmaj7] path is free to [Em] walk [EmM7] [Em7] [EmM7]
That [Em] makes me tend to [EmM7] leave my sleeping [Em7] bag rolled up
and [A7] stashed behind your [D] couch [Dmaj7] [D6] [D]

VERSE 1B:
And it's [D] knowing I'm not [Dmaj7] shackled, by for-[D6]-gotten words and [Dmaj7] bonds
and the [D] ink stains that have [Dmaj7] dried upon some [Em] line [EmM7] [Em7] [EmM7]
That [Em] keeps you in the [EmM7] back-roads, by the [Em7] rivers of my [A7] mem'ry
that keeps you ever gentle on my [D] mind [Dmaj7] [D6] [D]

VERSE 2A:
It's not [D] clinging to the [Dmaj7] rocks and ivy
[D6] planted on their columns [Dmaj7] now that [Em] bind me [EmM7] [Em7] [EmM7]
Or [Em] something that some-[EmM7]-body said
be-[Em7]-cause they thought we [A7] fit together [D] walkin' [Dmaj7] [D6] [D]

VERSE 2B:
It's just [D] knowing that the [Dmaj7] world will not be [D6] cursing or for-[Dmaj7]-giving
when I [D] walk along some [Dmaj7] railroad track and [Em] find [EmM7] [Em7] [EmM7]
That you’re [Em] moving on the [EmM7] backroads, by the [Em7] rivers of my [A7] mem'ry
and for hours you're just gentle on my [D] mind [Dmaj7] [D6] [D]

VERSE 3A:
Though the [D] wheat fields, and the [Dmaj7] clothes lines
and the [D6] junkyards and the [Dmaj7] highways come [Em] between us [EmM7] [Em7] [EmM7]
And some [Em] other womans [EmM7] crying to her [Em7] mother
'Cause she [A7] turned and I was [D] gone [Dmaj7] [D6] [D]

VERSE 3B:
I [D] still might run in [Dmaj7] silence, tears of [D6] joy might stain my [Dmaj7] face
and the [D] summer sun might [Dmaj7] burn me till I'm [Em] blind [EmM7] [Em7] [EmM7]
But [Em] not to where I [EmM7] cannot see you [Em7] walkin' on the [A7] backroads
by the rivers flowing gentle on my [D] mind [Dmaj7] [D6] [D]

VERSE 4A:
I [D] dip my cup of [Dmaj7] soup back from a, [D6] gurglin' cracklin' [Dmaj7] cauldron
in some [Em] train yard [EmM7] [Em7] [EmM7]
My [Em] beard a rough'ning [EmM7] coalpile, and a [Em7] dirty hat pulled [A7] low
across my [D] face [Dmaj7] [D6] [D]

VERSE 4B:
Through [D] cupped hands 'round the [Dmaj7] tin can
I [D6] pretend I hold you [Dmaj7] to my breast and [Em] find [EmM7] [Em7] [EmM7]
That you're [Em] waitin' from the [EmM7] backroads, by the [Em7] rivers of my [A7] memories
ever smilin', ever gentle on my [D] mind [Dmaj7] [D6] [D]