Chords for Gentle On My Mind - Elvis Presley
Tempo:
125.75 bpm
Chords used:
E
F#m
B
G#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [F#m] free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping back rowed up [B] and stashed behind [E] your couch
It's knowing [G#m] I'm not shacked [E] by forgotten words and bonds
And the hate stains that I've dried up on [F#m] the silver lining
That keeps you in the back [C#] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] It keeps you ever [B] gentle on [E] my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their colorful [F#m] bodies
Or something that somebody said because they thought [B] we fit together [E] walking
It's just knowing that the world might [E] be just off the gilly when I walk along some little trail
[F#m] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] And flowers you're [B] just gentle [E] on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clove lands and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us
And some other woman's crying to her mother cause [B] she'd left [E] when I was gone
I still might run [G#m] in silence [C#m] until the joy might stain my [E] face
And the summer sun might burn me [F#m] to the ground and die
But not to where I cannot see you walking [B] in the back [F#m] roads by the rivers of flowing [B] gentle on [E] my mind
I'd dip my cup of soup back from a girl in the crock and call her [F#m] handsome stranger
I'd barely rub the coal pile and have a dirty hat [B] pulled below [E] across my face
Threw cup tans around the tin can and I'd pretend to hold it in my breast [F#m] and cry
That's you waving from the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] And a smile that [B] never did leave me [E] lonely
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [F#m] free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping back rowed up [B] and stashed behind [E] your couch
It's knowing [G#m] I'm not shacked [E] by forgotten words and bonds
And the hate stains that I've dried up on [F#m] the silver lining
That keeps you in the back [C#] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] It keeps you ever [B] gentle on [E] my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their colorful [F#m] bodies
Or something that somebody said because they thought [B] we fit together [E] walking
It's just knowing that the world might [E] be just off the gilly when I walk along some little trail
[F#m] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] And flowers you're [B] just gentle [E] on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clove lands and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us
And some other woman's crying to her mother cause [B] she'd left [E] when I was gone
I still might run [G#m] in silence [C#m] until the joy might stain my [E] face
And the summer sun might burn me [F#m] to the ground and die
But not to where I cannot see you walking [B] in the back [F#m] roads by the rivers of flowing [B] gentle on [E] my mind
I'd dip my cup of soup back from a girl in the crock and call her [F#m] handsome stranger
I'd barely rub the coal pile and have a dirty hat [B] pulled below [E] across my face
Threw cup tans around the tin can and I'd pretend to hold it in my breast [F#m] and cry
That's you waving from the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] And a smile that [B] never did leave me [E] lonely
Key:
E
F#m
B
G#m
C#
E
F#m
B
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_ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [F#m] free to walk
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That makes me tend to keep my sleeping back rowed up [B] and stashed behind [E] your couch _
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It's knowing [G#m] I'm not shacked [E] by forgotten words and bonds
And the hate stains that I've dried up on [F#m] the silver lining _ _ _ _ _
_ _ That keeps you in the back [C#] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] It keeps you ever [B] gentle on [E] my mind _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their colorful _ [F#m] bodies _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought [B] we fit together [E] walking _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It's just knowing that the world might [E] be just off the gilly when I walk along some little trail
[F#m] _ _ That _ _ _ _ _ _ keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] And flowers you're [B] just gentle [E] on my mind _ _ _ _ _ _
Though the wheat fields and the clove lands and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between _ us
_ _ _ _ And some other woman's crying to her mother cause [B] she'd left [E] when I was gone
_ I _ _ _ _ _ still might run [G#m] in silence [C#m] until the joy might stain my [E] face
And the summer sun might burn me [F#m] to the ground and die _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But not to where I cannot see you walking [B] in the back [F#m] roads by the rivers of flowing [B] gentle on [E] my mind _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'd dip my cup of soup back from a girl in the crock and call her [F#m] handsome stranger _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'd barely rub the coal pile and have a dirty hat [B] pulled below [E] across my face _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Threw cup tans around the tin can and I'd pretend to hold it in my breast [F#m] and cry
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That's you waving from the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] And a smile that [B] never did leave me [E] lonely _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [F#m] free to walk
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That makes me tend to keep my sleeping back rowed up [B] and stashed behind [E] your couch _
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It's knowing [G#m] I'm not shacked [E] by forgotten words and bonds
And the hate stains that I've dried up on [F#m] the silver lining _ _ _ _ _
_ _ That keeps you in the back [C#] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] It keeps you ever [B] gentle on [E] my mind _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their colorful _ [F#m] bodies _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought [B] we fit together [E] walking _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It's just knowing that the world might [E] be just off the gilly when I walk along some little trail
[F#m] _ _ That _ _ _ _ _ _ keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] And flowers you're [B] just gentle [E] on my mind _ _ _ _ _ _
Though the wheat fields and the clove lands and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between _ us
_ _ _ _ And some other woman's crying to her mother cause [B] she'd left [E] when I was gone
_ I _ _ _ _ _ still might run [G#m] in silence [C#m] until the joy might stain my [E] face
And the summer sun might burn me [F#m] to the ground and die _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But not to where I cannot see you walking [B] in the back [F#m] roads by the rivers of flowing [B] gentle on [E] my mind _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'd dip my cup of soup back from a girl in the crock and call her [F#m] handsome stranger _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'd barely rub the coal pile and have a dirty hat [B] pulled below [E] across my face _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Threw cup tans around the tin can and I'd pretend to hold it in my breast [F#m] and cry
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That's you waving from the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#m] And a smile that [B] never did leave me [E] lonely _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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