Chords for Dean Martin Gentle on my my Mind
Tempo:
86.15 bpm
Chords used:
Db
Ebm
Ab
D
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Db]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [Ebm] speedy walk
Makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Db] behind your couch
It's knowing that I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and instincts that have dried up [Ebm] on some lines
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory, keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind
Not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns, [Ebm] not it binds me
A shunk of that somebody said because they thought [Ab] we fit together [Db] walking
It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find
You're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory, for hours you're [Ab] just gentle on my [Db] mind
[A] [D] I dip my cuffed suit back [Bm] from the gurgling [D] crackling cauldron and some [Em] stray yarn
My bitter rubbing coal pot [G] and dirty hat [Db] boom low across my [D] face
[Bb]
[Eb] To my [Fm] breast and back
You're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory, ever gentle, [Bb] smiling on [Eb] my mind
[Gm] [N]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [Ebm] speedy walk
Makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Db] behind your couch
It's knowing that I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and instincts that have dried up [Ebm] on some lines
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory, keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind
Not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns, [Ebm] not it binds me
A shunk of that somebody said because they thought [Ab] we fit together [Db] walking
It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find
You're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory, for hours you're [Ab] just gentle on my [Db] mind
[A] [D] I dip my cuffed suit back [Bm] from the gurgling [D] crackling cauldron and some [Em] stray yarn
My bitter rubbing coal pot [G] and dirty hat [Db] boom low across my [D] face
[Bb]
[Eb] To my [Fm] breast and back
You're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory, ever gentle, [Bb] smiling on [Eb] my mind
[Gm] [N]
Key:
Db
Ebm
Ab
D
Bb
Db
Ebm
Ab
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [Ebm] speedy walk _ _ _
_ _ Makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Db] behind your couch _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and instincts that have dried up [Ebm] on some lines _ _ _
_ That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory, keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind _
_ _ _ Not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns, [Ebm] not it binds me _ _
_ A shunk of that somebody said because they thought [Ab] we fit together [Db] walking _ _ _
It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find _ _ _
_ You're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory, for hours you're [Ab] just gentle on my [Db] mind _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] I dip my cuffed suit back [Bm] from the gurgling [D] crackling cauldron and some [Em] stray yarn _ _ _
My bitter rubbing coal pot [G] and dirty hat [Db] boom low across my [D] face
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Eb] To _ _ _ my [Fm] breast and back
_ _ _ You're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory, ever gentle, [Bb] smiling on [Eb] my mind _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [Ebm] speedy walk _ _ _
_ _ Makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Db] behind your couch _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and instincts that have dried up [Ebm] on some lines _ _ _
_ That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory, keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind _
_ _ _ Not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns, [Ebm] not it binds me _ _
_ A shunk of that somebody said because they thought [Ab] we fit together [Db] walking _ _ _
It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find _ _ _
_ You're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory, for hours you're [Ab] just gentle on my [Db] mind _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] I dip my cuffed suit back [Bm] from the gurgling [D] crackling cauldron and some [Em] stray yarn _ _ _
My bitter rubbing coal pot [G] and dirty hat [Db] boom low across my [D] face
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Eb] To _ _ _ my [Fm] breast and back
_ _ _ You're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory, ever gentle, [Bb] smiling on [Eb] my mind _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _