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