Тональность

 
Intro: C  Cmaj7  C6   Cmaj7
 
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1. It's knowing that your door is always  
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open and your path is free to walk 
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that makes me tend to leave my sleeping  
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bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch 
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And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and  
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bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line 
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That keeps you in the backroads by the  
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rivers of my mem'ry, that keeps you ever  
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gentle on my mind 
 
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2. It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy 
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Planted on their columns now that bind me 
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Or something that somebody said 
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Because they think we fit together walkin'. 
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or 
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Forgiving, when I walk along some railroad track and find 
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That you're moving on the backroads by the  
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Rivers of my mem'ry, and for hours you're just  
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Gentle on my mind 
 
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3. Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the 
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Junkyards and the highways come between us, 
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And some other woman crying to her 
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Mother, 'cause she turned and I was gone. 
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I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my 
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Face, and the summer sun might burn be 'till I'm blind 
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But not to where I cannot see you 
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Walkin' on the backroads, by the rivers flowing 
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Gentle on my mind 
 
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4. I dip my cup of soup back from the 
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Gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some trainyard; 
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My beard a roughning coal pile and a  
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Dirty had pulled low across my face. 
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Through cupped hands 'round a tin can I 
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Pretend I hold you to my breast and find 
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That you're waving from the backroads by the 
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Rivers of my memory, ever smilin' ever 
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Gentle on my mind.