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DIt's knowing that your Dmaj7door is always D6open
And your Dmaj7path is free to EmwalkEm Em7 Em
That Emmakes me tend to Emleave my sleeping Em7bag
Rolled up and Astashed behind your DcouchDmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
And it's Dknowing I'm not Dmaj7shackled
By D6forgotten words and Dmaj7bonds
And the Dink stains that are Dmaj7dried upon some Emline Em Em7 Em
That Emkeeps you in the Embackroads
By the Em7rivers of my Amemory
That Emkeeps you ever Agentle on my DmindDmaj7 D6
And Dmaj7It's not Dclinging to the Dmaj7rocks and ivy
D6Planted on their Dmaj7columns now that Embinds me Em Em7 Em
Or sEmomething that Emsomebody said
Em7Because they thought we Afit together DwalkingDmaj7 D6
IDmaj7t's just Dknowing that the Dmaj7world will not be D6cursing
Or Dmaj7forgiving when I Dwalk along some Dmaj7railroad track and EmfindEm Em7
EmThat you're Emmoving on the Embackroads
By the Em7rivers of my Emmemory
And for Emhours you're just Agentle on my Dmind Dmaj7 D6
(I'll play one)
Or may I Ddip my cup of Dmaj7soup back from the D6gurglin'
Cracklin' Dmaj7caldron in some Emtrain yardEm Em7 Em
With my Embeard a roughing Emcoal pile, and
A Em7dirty hat pulled Alow across my DfaceDmaj7 D6 Dmaj7
Through Dcupped hands 'round the Dmaj7tin can
I D6pretend to hold you Dmaj7to my breast and EmfindEm Em7 Em
That you're Emwaveing from the Embackroads
By the Em7rivers of my Amemory
Ever Emsmilin' ever Agentle on my Dmind And everbody Dmaj7here You're D6gentle Dmaj7on my Dmind Dmaj7 A D
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