Вступление
Please be aware the Robert uses different tuning.
Het uses a D-tuning, probably DGCFAbD or a variant.
So I've decided to write this song 2 frets up.
Playing along Robert's recording needs either CAPO 10
or tune your guitar 2 frets lower (DGCFAbD tuning).
For piano/organ, please set TRANSPOSE -2.
[Instrumental Intro]
| EAbm | DbmE | Gbm | Gbm |
| GbmF | AB | E | E |
| EE | BmE | BmEEbE | Gbm |
| Gbm | GbmF | AB | E | E |
[Verse 1]
EAbmDbm
It's knowin' that your door is always open
EGbm
And your path is free to walk
GbmFA
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
BE
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
EAbm
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
DbmE
By forgotten words and bonds
DbmEGbm
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
GbmF
That keeps you walking by the rails
AbmGbm
By the rivers of my memory
ABE
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
[Verse 2]
EAbm
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
DbmBGbm
Planted on their columns now that defines me
GbmFA
Or somethin' that somebody said because
BE
They thought we fit together walkin'
EAbm
It's just knowin' that the world
DbmE
Will not be cursin' or forgivin'
DbmEGbm
When I walk along some railroad track and find
GbmF
That you're movin' through the back roads
AbmGbm
By the rivers of my memory
ABE
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
[Interlude]
| E | E | E | Gbm |
| Gbm | Gbm | Gbm | E |
| EA | E | E | E |
| Gbm | Gbm | GbmF | AB |
| GbmB | E | E |
[Verse 3]
EAbm
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
DbmBGbm
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
GbmFA
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
BE
'Cause she turned and I was gone
EAbm
I still might run in silence
DbmE
Tears of joy might stain in my face
DbmEGbm
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
GbmEb
But not to where I cannot see
AGbm
Your moon walkin' on the back roads
ABEGbmE
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
[Verse 4]
EAbmDbmB
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron
Gbm
In some train yard
GbmFm
My beard a rustlin' coal pile
EBE
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
EAbm
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
DbmEGbm
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
GbmEb
That you're waitin' from the back roads
AGbm
By the rivers of my memory
ABE
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind