The Singing Scoutmaster: Gentle On My Mind

It's Gknowing that your Gmaj7door is always Gopen

And your Gmaj7path is free to Amwalk

That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag

Rolled up and Dstashed behind your Gcouch Gmaj7 G Gmaj7

And it's Gknowing I'm not Gmaj7shackled

by for-Ggotten words and Gmaj7bonds

And the Gink stains that have Gmaj7dried if on some Amline

That keeps you in the back-roads by the rivers of my Dmemory

that keeps you ever Dgentle on my Gmind Gmaj7 G Gmaj7

It's not Gclinging to the Gmaj7rocks and ivy

GPlanted on the Gmaj7columns now that Ambinds me

Or something that somebody said

Because they thought we Dfit together Gwalking Gmaj7 G Gmaj7

It's just Gknowing that the Gmaj7world will not be Gcursing

Or for-Gmaj7giving when I Gwalk along some Gmaj7railroad track and Amfind

That you are moving on the back-roads by the rivers of my Dmemory

And for Amhours you're just Dgentle on my Gmind Gmaj7 G Gmaj7 G

GThough the wheat fields Gmaj7and the clothes Glines

And the Gjunkyards and the Gmaj7highways come be-Amtween us

And some other woman's cryin' to her mother

Cause she Dturned and I was Ggone

I Gstill might run in Gmaj7silence, tears of Gjoy might stain my face

And the Gmaj7summer sun might Gburn me 'til I'm Amblind

But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the Dbackroads

By the Amrivers flowing Dgentle on my Gmind Gmaj7 G Gmaj7

I Gdip my cup of Gmaj7soup back from a Ggurglin'

Cracklin' Gmaj7cauldron in Gsome train Amyard

My beard a roughening coal Dpile,

And a Amdirty hat pulled Dlow a-Gcross my Gface Gmaj7 G Gmaj7

Through Gcupped Gmaj7hands 'round the Gtin can

I pretend to Gmaj7hold you Gto my breast and Amfind

That you're waiting from the backroads by the rivers of my Dmemories

Ever Amsmilin' ever Dgentle on my mind G