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Gentle On My Mind (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(words & music by j. hartford)
It’s knowin’ that your door is always open
And you path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch

It’s knowin’ i’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the heat stains that have dried up on some lovin’
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns mellowed by me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we’d fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursin’
Or forgiving when i walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours
You’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman’s cryin’ to her mother
‘cause she turned and i was gone
I still might run in silence
Till’ the join might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me ‘till i’m blind
But not to where i cannot see you
Walking in the back roads
By the rivers flowing gently on my mind

I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,
Cracking cauldron in some train yard
I’m barely runnin’ cold how
Have a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Who cupped hands around the tin cans
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re wavin’ from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling never changes on my mind

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Gentle On My Mind (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(words & music by j. hartford)
It’s knowin’ that your door is always open
And you path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch

It’s knowin’ i’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the heat stains that have dried up on some lovin’
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns mellowed by me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we’d fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursin’
Or forgiving when i walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours
You’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman’s cryin’ to her mother
‘cause she turned and i was gone
I still might run in silence
Till’ the join might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me ‘till i’m blind
But not to where i cannot see you
Walking in the back roads
By the rivers flowing gently on my mind

I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,
Cracking cauldron in some train yard
I’m barely runnin’ cold how
Have a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Who cupped hands around the tin cans
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re wavin’ from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling never changes on my mind

Gentle On My Mind (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(words & music by j. hartford)
It’s knowin’ that your door is always open
And you path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch

It’s knowin’ i’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the heat stains that have dried up on some lovin’
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns mellowed by me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we’d fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursin’
Or forgiving when i walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours
You’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman’s cryin’ to her mother
‘cause she turned and i was gone
I still might run in silence
Till’ the join might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me ‘till i’m blind
But not to where i cannot see you
Walking in the back roads
By the rivers flowing gently on my mind

I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,
Cracking cauldron in some train yard
I’m barely runnin’ cold how
Have a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Who cupped hands around the tin cans
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re wavin’ from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling never changes on my mind

Gentle On My Mind (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(words & music by j. hartford)
It’s knowin’ that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
And it’s knowing I’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind.

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted
On their columns now that binds me.
Or something that somebody said because they thought
We fit together walkin’.
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind.

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us.
And some other woman crying to her mother
‘Cause she turned and I was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And a summer sun might burn me till I’m blind.
But not to where I cannot see you walkin’ on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.

I dip my cup of soup, back from the gurgling cracklin’ cauldron
In some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and a dirty hat
Pulled low across my face.
Through cupped hands ‘round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you’re waving from the backroads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin’ ever gentle on my mind.

Gentle On My Mind (Letra)

Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

It’s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it’s knowing i’m not shacked by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me
Or somethin’ that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It’s just knowin’ that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When i walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re movin’ on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman cryin’ to her mother cause she turned and i was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And a summer sun might burn me till i’m blind
But not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin’ cracklin’ cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through 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 rivers of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind