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