Gentle On My Mind Chords by Frank Sinatra
Tempo:
92.4 bpm
Chords used:
Em
A
D
G
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb]
It's knowing that your door is always [Bb] open and your path is free [Cm] to walk.
[Eb] [F]
[Cm] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping [Eb] bag rolled up [F] and stashed behind [Bb] your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Gm] forgotten [Bb] words and bonds, [Gm] the ink stains [Bb] that have
dried upon [Cm] some line.
[G]
[Eb] [F] [Cm] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers [F] of my memory, [Cm] that keeps you [F] ever gentle on my mind.
[Bb] [Dm] [G]
The wheat [C] fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [D] come between
us [Dm] [G]
and some other woman crying to her mama cause she turned [C] and I was gone.
I still run in silence, tears of joy might stain my [Em] face, summer [Am] sun might burn me [D] till I'm blind.
[Dm] [G] [Dm] But not to where I cannot see you walking [G] on the back roads [Dm] by the rivers [G] flowing gentle
[C] on my mind.
[Em] [D]
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling [Bm] crackling cauldron [Em] in some train [B] yard.
[Em] [A]
[Em] My beard a [B] ruffling coal pile [Em] and a dirty hat pulled low [D] across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and [Em] find.
[A]
That [Em] you're waving from [B] the back roads by [E] the rivers of my [A] memory, ever [Em] smiling ever
[A] gentle on [D] my mind.
[Bm] [A] [D]
[A] I [E] still run in [D] silence, [Gbm] tears of joy might stain my face, [A] and the summer sun [Bm] might burn
me till [E] I'm blind.
[A] [Em]
[A] But [Em] not to where I cannot see you [G] walking on the [A] back roads by [Bm] the rivers [A] flowing gently
on my mind.
[D]
[N]
It's knowing that your door is always [Bb] open and your path is free [Cm] to walk.
[Eb] [F]
[Cm] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping [Eb] bag rolled up [F] and stashed behind [Bb] your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Gm] forgotten [Bb] words and bonds, [Gm] the ink stains [Bb] that have
dried upon [Cm] some line.
[G]
[Eb] [F] [Cm] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers [F] of my memory, [Cm] that keeps you [F] ever gentle on my mind.
[Bb] [Dm] [G]
The wheat [C] fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [D] come between
us [Dm] [G]
and some other woman crying to her mama cause she turned [C] and I was gone.
I still run in silence, tears of joy might stain my [Em] face, summer [Am] sun might burn me [D] till I'm blind.
[Dm] [G] [Dm] But not to where I cannot see you walking [G] on the back roads [Dm] by the rivers [G] flowing gentle
[C] on my mind.
[Em] [D]
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling [Bm] crackling cauldron [Em] in some train [B] yard.
[Em] [A]
[Em] My beard a [B] ruffling coal pile [Em] and a dirty hat pulled low [D] across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and [Em] find.
[A]
That [Em] you're waving from [B] the back roads by [E] the rivers of my [A] memory, ever [Em] smiling ever
[A] gentle on [D] my mind.
[Bm] [A] [D]
[A] I [E] still run in [D] silence, [Gbm] tears of joy might stain my face, [A] and the summer sun [Bm] might burn
me till [E] I'm blind.
[A] [Em]
[A] But [Em] not to where I cannot see you [G] walking on the [A] back roads by [Bm] the rivers [A] flowing gently
on my mind.
[D]
[N]
Key:
Em
A
D
G
Bb
Em
A
D
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your door is always [Bb] open and your path is free [Cm] to walk.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _
[Cm] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping [Eb] bag rolled up [F] and stashed behind [Bb] your couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Gm] forgotten [Bb] words and bonds, [Gm] the ink stains [Bb] that have
dried upon [Cm] some line.
[G] _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Cm] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers [F] of my memory, [Cm] that keeps you [F] ever gentle on my mind.
[Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _
_ The wheat [C] fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [D] come between
us _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _
and some other woman crying to her mama cause she turned [C] and I was gone. _ _ _ _ _
I still run in silence, tears of joy might stain my [Em] face, summer [Am] sun might burn me [D] till I'm blind. _
_ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ [Dm] But not to where I cannot see you walking [G] on the back roads [Dm] by the rivers [G] flowing gentle
[C] on my mind.
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling [Bm] crackling cauldron [Em] in some train [B] yard.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _
[Em] My beard a [B] ruffling coal pile [Em] and a dirty hat pulled low [D] across my face. _ _ _ _
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and [Em] find.
_ _ _ _ [A]
That [Em] you're waving from [B] the back roads by [E] the rivers of my [A] memory, ever [Em] smiling ever
[A] gentle on [D] my mind. _
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ I [E] still run in [D] silence, [Gbm] tears of joy might stain my face, [A] and the summer sun [Bm] might burn
me till [E] I'm blind.
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [A] _ _ But [Em] not to where I cannot see you [G] walking on the [A] back roads by [Bm] the rivers _ [A] flowing gently
_ on my mind. _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your door is always [Bb] open and your path is free [Cm] to walk.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _
[Cm] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping [Eb] bag rolled up [F] and stashed behind [Bb] your couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Gm] forgotten [Bb] words and bonds, [Gm] the ink stains [Bb] that have
dried upon [Cm] some line.
[G] _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Cm] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers [F] of my memory, [Cm] that keeps you [F] ever gentle on my mind.
[Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _
_ The wheat [C] fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [D] come between
us _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _
and some other woman crying to her mama cause she turned [C] and I was gone. _ _ _ _ _
I still run in silence, tears of joy might stain my [Em] face, summer [Am] sun might burn me [D] till I'm blind. _
_ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ [Dm] But not to where I cannot see you walking [G] on the back roads [Dm] by the rivers [G] flowing gentle
[C] on my mind.
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling [Bm] crackling cauldron [Em] in some train [B] yard.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _
[Em] My beard a [B] ruffling coal pile [Em] and a dirty hat pulled low [D] across my face. _ _ _ _
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and [Em] find.
_ _ _ _ [A]
That [Em] you're waving from [B] the back roads by [E] the rivers of my [A] memory, ever [Em] smiling ever
[A] gentle on [D] my mind. _
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ I [E] still run in [D] silence, [Gbm] tears of joy might stain my face, [A] and the summer sun [Bm] might burn
me till [E] I'm blind.
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [A] _ _ But [Em] not to where I cannot see you [G] walking on the [A] back roads by [Bm] the rivers _ [A] flowing gently
_ on my mind. _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _