Gentle On My Mind Chords by Dean Martin
Tempo:
93.45 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
Db
Ab
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Ebm] walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [Db] stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by God's worst bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up onto the [Ebm] line
Keeps you in a back road by the rivers of my memory
Keeps you [Ab] in a jitter on the [Db] mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted [Ab] on the columns now that [Ebm] binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [Db] together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walked along some railroad [Ebm] track and find
Moving on a back road by the rivers of my memory
And for [Ab] hours you were just jittering on [Db] the mind
[A]
[D] Well I kept my cup of soup back from the gherkin cracking cauldron in [Em] some train yard
My bed a rough and old pile and a dirty [A] hat pulled [D] low across my face
[Bb] [Eb]
Cup can't crown a tin can't not tend I hope you too my breast can [Fm] find
That you're waving from the back road by the river of my memory
Every smiling, [Eb] every jitter on the mind
[Fm]
[Bb]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Ebm] walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [Db] stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by God's worst bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up onto the [Ebm] line
Keeps you in a back road by the rivers of my memory
Keeps you [Ab] in a jitter on the [Db] mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted [Ab] on the columns now that [Ebm] binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [Db] together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walked along some railroad [Ebm] track and find
Moving on a back road by the rivers of my memory
And for [Ab] hours you were just jittering on [Db] the mind
[A]
[D] Well I kept my cup of soup back from the gherkin cracking cauldron in [Em] some train yard
My bed a rough and old pile and a dirty [A] hat pulled [D] low across my face
[Bb] [Eb]
Cup can't crown a tin can't not tend I hope you too my breast can [Fm] find
That you're waving from the back road by the river of my memory
Every smiling, [Eb] every jitter on the mind
[Fm]
[Bb]
Key:
Ebm
Db
Ab
A
D
Ebm
Db
Ab
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Ebm] walk _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [Db] stashed behind your couch _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by God's worst bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up onto the [Ebm] line _ _
_ _ _ _ Keeps you in a back road by the rivers of my memory
Keeps you [Ab] in a jitter on the [Db] mind
It's _ _ _ not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted [Ab] on the columns now that [Ebm] binds me _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [Db] together walking _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walked along some railroad [Ebm] track and find _ _
_ _ _ _ Moving on a back road by the rivers of my memory
And for [Ab] hours you were just jittering on [Db] the mind
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] Well I kept my cup of soup back from the gherkin cracking cauldron in [Em] some train yard _ _ _ _
My bed a rough and old pile and a dirty [A] hat pulled [D] low across my face
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb]
Cup can't crown a tin can't not tend I hope you too my breast can [Fm] find
That _ _ _ you're waving from the back road by the river of my memory
Every smiling, [Eb] every jitter on the mind _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Ebm] walk _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [Db] stashed behind your couch _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by God's worst bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up onto the [Ebm] line _ _
_ _ _ _ Keeps you in a back road by the rivers of my memory
Keeps you [Ab] in a jitter on the [Db] mind
It's _ _ _ not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted [Ab] on the columns now that [Ebm] binds me _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [Db] together walking _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walked along some railroad [Ebm] track and find _ _
_ _ _ _ Moving on a back road by the rivers of my memory
And for [Ab] hours you were just jittering on [Db] the mind
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] Well I kept my cup of soup back from the gherkin cracking cauldron in [Em] some train yard _ _ _ _
My bed a rough and old pile and a dirty [A] hat pulled [D] low across my face
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb]
Cup can't crown a tin can't not tend I hope you too my breast can [Fm] find
That _ _ _ you're waving from the back road by the river of my memory
Every smiling, [Eb] every jitter on the mind _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _