C Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7 Dm It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free too walk Dm7 G7 C That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch Cmaj7 C6 Cmaj7 And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds C Cmaj7 Dm And the ink stains that have dried upon some line Dm7 Dm6 Dm7 That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory Dm Dmaj7 Dm7 G7 C That keeps you ever Gentle on My Mind.