G                                 G7 
It's knowing that your door is always open 
         G                Am 
And your path is free to walk 
                       Am7 
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag 
               D7                  G 
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch 
          G 
And it's knowing I'm not shackled 
        G7 
By forgotten word sand bonds 
         G                                    Am 
And the ink stains that have drie dif on some line 
                        Am7 
That keeps you in the backroads 
         G 
By the river sof my mem'ry 
Am              D7         G 
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind