Artiste : Dean Martin
Titre : Gentle On My Mind
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C Em C
It's knowin' that your door is always open,
Em Dm
and your path is free to walk,
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
G C Em C Em
rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
C Em
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
C Em
by forgotten words and bonds,
C Em Dm
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line,
that keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
G C Em C Em
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
C Em
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
C Em Dm
planted on their columns now that binds me,
or something that somebody said
G C Em C Em
because they thought we fit together walkin'.
C Em C Em
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving,
C Em Dm
when I walk along some railroad track and find,
that you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
G C Em C Em
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
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
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Dernière modification : 2009-07-28
Version : 1.0
Titre : Gentle On My Mind
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C Em C
It's knowin' that your door is always open,
Em Dm
and your path is free to walk,
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
G C Em C Em
rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
C Em
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
C Em
by forgotten words and bonds,
C Em Dm
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line,
that keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
G C Em C Em
that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
C Em
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
C Em Dm
planted on their columns now that binds me,
or something that somebody said
G C Em C Em
because they thought we fit together walkin'.
C Em C Em
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving,
C Em Dm
when I walk along some railroad track and find,
that you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
G C Em C Em
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.
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
Cours de guitare gratuits
Dernière modification : 2009-07-28
Version : 1.0