Gentle On My Mind
Dean Martin
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It's knoCwin'that your doEmor is always opCen,
and your pEmath is free toDm walk,
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
rolled up and sGtashed behind your Ccouch.Em C Em
And it's kCnowing I'm not Emshackled
by forgotteCn words and Embonds,
and the iCnk stains that have Emdried upon someDm line,
that keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
that keeps you ever geGntle on my Cmind.Em C Em
It's not cClinging to theEm rocks and ivy
plaCnted on theirEm columns now that bindDms me,
or something that somebody said
because they thought we Gfit togetherC walkiEmn'. C Em
It's just knoCwing that the Emworld will not Cbe cursing or Emforgiving,
when I wCalk along somEme railroad track anDmd find,
that you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
and for hours you're just gGentle on my Cmind.Em C Em
Well I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling
caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat
pulled low across my face
Cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
that you're waving from the back roads by the river
of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind