Your Gentle Ways Of Loving Me

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Chords and lyrics for Your Gentle Ways Of Loving Me by Byrds

 
It’s the h
A 
umming of the engines on the  
Bm 
Greyhound bus and
D 
trains
A 
That keeps your memory  
Bm 
on my mind and
C#m 
here 
 
wi
E 
th 
 
me
A 
Many miles have c
Bm 
ome between us,
D 
cold nights on some  
A 
roadside
 
Bringing back your gentle  
E 
ways of loving  
A 
me
A 
It’s the thought of how you l
Bm 
ove me, how you
D 
treat me, how you  
A 
thrill
 
That clears my fogged-up  
Bm 
mind to where I
C#m 
se
E 
e
 
Some l
A 
ittle girl as  
Bm 
I walk by just  
D 
looking at me
A 
sadly
A 
Bringing back your gentle  
E 
ways of loving  
A 
me
 
It’s ju
E 
st your gentle ways of loving m
D 
e
 
It’s j
E 
ust your gentle ways of loving  
A 
me
A 
It’s the happiness I’ve  
Bm 
never found with  
D 
other loves that  
A 
bothers
 
And a mother saying  
Bm 
how her child loves  
C#m 
me
E 
 
And t
A 
imes you never  
Bm 
talked about those  
D 
late 
 
evening
A 
hours
 
Bringing back your gentle  
E 
ways of loving m
A 
e
 
It’s  
E 
just your gentle ways of loving  
D 
me
 
It’s  
E 
just your gentle ways of loving  
A 
me
 
It’s j
E 
ust your gentle ways of loving  
D 
me
 
It’s  
E 
just your gentle ways of loving  
A 
me
 
His  
Db 
tail lights  
Ab 
flickered as h
Db 
e pulled up to th
Ab 
e truck stop
 
The  
Db 
same old crowd was
Fm 
hanging 
 
ou
Eb 
t again tonight
 
He said  
Db 
fill up my
Ab 
tank while  
Bbm 
 
g
Cm 
o c
Db 
heck my  
Eb 
load
 
It feels like it’s  
Db 
shifting all  
Ab 
around
 
He  
Db 
was the kind o
Ab 
f man to do all h
Fm 
e could abo
Db 
ve 
 
all
Ab 
he 
 
had
Eb 
integrity
 
But  
Db 
he was so
Eb 
young and on
Db 
a ten ci
Ab 
ty 
 
run
Eb 
in love wi
Db 
th a truck stop
 
girl
Ab 
 
As  
Db 
he went in
Ab 
side he wa
Db 
 
merri
Ab 
ly 
 
greeted
 
By the  
Db 
girl 
 
with
Fm 
whom he was i
Eb 
 
love
 
She  
Db 
held out a
Ab 
glass 
 
an
Bbm 
 
s
Cm 
aid 
 
 
Db 
hav
Eb 
 
another
 
This is the last  
Db 
time we can
Ab 
meet
 
With her
Db 
hair piled up
Ab 
high and a look in her
Fm 
eye
 
That would  
Db 
turn 
 
any
Ab 
good man’s blood to
Eb 
wine
Db 
All his eyes could
Eb 
se
Db 
e all his eyes cou
Ab 
ld 
 
see
 
Were the  
Eb 
stares 
 
from
Db 
all those aroun
Ab 
 
him
 
He ran out to the  
Fm 
lot 
 
and
Db 
climbed into h
Ab 
is 
 
rig
 
And drive off without  
Db 
tightening
Ab 
down
 
It was a  
Db 
terrible
Ab 
thing to see what
Fm 
remained
 
Of that  
Db 
rig that poor
Ab 
Danny 
 
wa
Eb 
 
in
Db 
He 
 
was
Eb 
young and on
Db 
a ten ci
Ab 
ty 
 
run
Eb 
in love w
Db 
ith a truck sto
Ab 
 
girl

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