Words
& Music:
Glenn
Campbell
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.