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