Chords for Ashley Campbell - Gentle On My Mind
Tempo:
96.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Em
Bm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [D]
[G] [D]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk.
That makes [G] me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [Em] up and stashed behind [D] your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried [Em] upon some line.
That keeps you [B] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of my [A] memory, [G] keeps you [E] ever gentle on [D] my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me.
Or something that [Eb] somebody said [G] because they thought [Dbm] we fit [D] together again.
It's just [D] knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when [Bm] I walk [D] along
some railroad [Em] track and find that you're moving [G] on the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory
[G] and for hours [A] you're just gentle on [D] my mind.
[Bm] Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Em] come between us.
And some other [Eb] woman's crying to [G] her mother cause [Db] she [D] turned and I was gone.
[Bm]
[D] I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face, and a summer sun might burn [Bm] me till [Em] I'm blind.
But not [Eb] to where I cannot [G] see you walking [A] on the back roads [Bm] by the rivers flowing gentle [D] on my mind.
[E]
[G]
[D] [Bm] [D]
[E]
[G] [G] [Eb] [G]
[D]
[Bm] [D] I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
With my beard a [G] ruffling coal pile and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find
that you're waving [Eb] from the back roads [G] by the rivers of my memory
ever smiling ever gentle [D] on my mind.
You're gentle on my mind.
[Em] [D]
[G] [D]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk.
That makes [G] me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [Em] up and stashed behind [D] your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried [Em] upon some line.
That keeps you [B] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of my [A] memory, [G] keeps you [E] ever gentle on [D] my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me.
Or something that [Eb] somebody said [G] because they thought [Dbm] we fit [D] together again.
It's just [D] knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when [Bm] I walk [D] along
some railroad [Em] track and find that you're moving [G] on the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory
[G] and for hours [A] you're just gentle on [D] my mind.
[Bm] Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Em] come between us.
And some other [Eb] woman's crying to [G] her mother cause [Db] she [D] turned and I was gone.
[Bm]
[D] I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face, and a summer sun might burn [Bm] me till [Em] I'm blind.
But not [Eb] to where I cannot [G] see you walking [A] on the back roads [Bm] by the rivers flowing gentle [D] on my mind.
[E]
[G]
[D] [Bm] [D]
[E]
[G] [G] [Eb] [G]
[D]
[Bm] [D] I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
With my beard a [G] ruffling coal pile and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find
that you're waving [Eb] from the back roads [G] by the rivers of my memory
ever smiling ever gentle [D] on my mind.
You're gentle on my mind.
[Em] [D]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk. _ _
_ _ _ That makes [G] me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [Em] up and stashed behind [D] your couch. _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried [Em] upon some line. _
_ _ That keeps you [B] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of my [A] memory, [G] keeps you [E] ever gentle on [D] my mind.
_ _ _ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me. _
_ _ Or something that [Eb] somebody said [G] because they thought [Dbm] we fit [D] together again. _ _ _ _
It's just [D] knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when [Bm] I walk [D] along
some railroad [Em] track and find _ _ _ that you're moving [G] on the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory
[G] and for hours [A] you're just gentle on [D] my mind.
_ [Bm] _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Em] come between us. _ _
_ _ And some other [Eb] woman's crying to [G] her mother cause [Db] she [D] turned and I was gone.
_ [Bm] _ _
[D] _ I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face, and a summer sun might burn [Bm] me till [Em] I'm blind. _
_ _ _ But not [Eb] to where I cannot [G] see you walking [A] on the back roads [Bm] by the rivers flowing gentle [D] on my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Eb] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard. _
_ _ With my beard a [G] ruffling coal pile and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face. _ _ _ _
_ Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find _ _ _
that you're waving [Eb] from the back roads [G] by the rivers of my memory
ever smiling ever gentle [D] on my mind. _
You're gentle on my mind.
[Em] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk. _ _
_ _ _ That makes [G] me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [Em] up and stashed behind [D] your couch. _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried [Em] upon some line. _
_ _ That keeps you [B] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of my [A] memory, [G] keeps you [E] ever gentle on [D] my mind.
_ _ _ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me. _
_ _ Or something that [Eb] somebody said [G] because they thought [Dbm] we fit [D] together again. _ _ _ _
It's just [D] knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when [Bm] I walk [D] along
some railroad [Em] track and find _ _ _ that you're moving [G] on the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory
[G] and for hours [A] you're just gentle on [D] my mind.
_ [Bm] _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Em] come between us. _ _
_ _ And some other [Eb] woman's crying to [G] her mother cause [Db] she [D] turned and I was gone.
_ [Bm] _ _
[D] _ I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face, and a summer sun might burn [Bm] me till [Em] I'm blind. _
_ _ _ But not [Eb] to where I cannot [G] see you walking [A] on the back roads [Bm] by the rivers flowing gentle [D] on my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Bm] _ _ [D] I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard. _
_ _ With my beard a [G] ruffling coal pile and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face. _ _ _ _
_ Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find _ _ _
that you're waving [Eb] from the back roads [G] by the rivers of my memory
ever smiling ever gentle [D] on my mind. _
You're gentle on my mind.
[Em] _ _ [D] _