Chords for Gentle On My Mind - Glen Campbell - Acoustic Guitar Lesson (easy - ish)
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
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It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
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That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [Ab] and stashed [Db] behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten
bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon [Eb] some line
[Ebm] That keeps you in the back rows by the [Gb] rivers of my [Ab] memory
[Ebm] That keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind [Ebm] me
Or something that somebody said because they think [Ab] we fit together walking
[Db]
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and [Ebm] find
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
[Ab] [Ebm] And for hours you're [Ab] just gentle on [Db] my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come between [Ebm] us
And some other woman crying to her mother cuz [Ab] she turned and [Db] I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm [Ebm]
blind
But not to where [Eb] I [Ebm] cannot see you walking on the [Ab] back roads by the [Ebm] rivers [Ab] flowing
gentle on [Db] my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in some train [Ebm]
yard
Might be it a roughening coal pile and a [Gb] dirty hat [Db] pulled low across my face
Through cup hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and [Ebm] find
[Gb] That you're waving from the [Ebm] back roads by the rivers of my memory
[Ab] [Ebm] ever smiling ever
[Ab] gentle [Db] on my mind
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It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
[Ebm]
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [Ab] and stashed [Db] behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten
bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon [Eb] some line
[Ebm] That keeps you in the back rows by the [Gb] rivers of my [Ab] memory
[Ebm] That keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind [Ebm] me
Or something that somebody said because they think [Ab] we fit together walking
[Db]
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and [Ebm] find
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
[Ab] [Ebm] And for hours you're [Ab] just gentle on [Db] my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come between [Ebm] us
And some other woman crying to her mother cuz [Ab] she turned and [Db] I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm [Ebm]
blind
But not to where [Eb] I [Ebm] cannot see you walking on the [Ab] back roads by the [Ebm] rivers [Ab] flowing
gentle on [Db] my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in some train [Ebm]
yard
Might be it a roughening coal pile and a [Gb] dirty hat [Db] pulled low across my face
Through cup hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and [Ebm] find
[Gb] That you're waving from the [Ebm] back roads by the rivers of my memory
[Ab] [Ebm] ever smiling ever
[Ab] gentle [Db] on my mind
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_ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
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_ _ _ _ _ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [Ab] and stashed [Db] behind your couch _
_ And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten
_ bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon [Eb] some line _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ That keeps you in the back rows by the [Gb] rivers of my [Ab] memory
_ [Ebm] That keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind _ _
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It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind [Ebm] me _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Or something that somebody said because they think [Ab] we fit together walking
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and [Ebm] find _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
[Ab] _ [Ebm] And for hours you're [Ab] just gentle on [Db] my mind _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come between [Ebm] us _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And some other woman crying to her mother cuz [Ab] she turned and [Db] I was gone _ _ _
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I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
_ And the summer sun might burn me till I'm [Ebm]
blind _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But not to where [Eb] I [Ebm] cannot see you walking on the [Ab] back roads by the [Ebm] rivers [Ab] flowing
gentle on [Db] my mind _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in some train [Ebm]
yard _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Might be it a roughening coal pile and a [Gb] dirty hat [Db] pulled low across my face _ _ _ _
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Through cup hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and [Ebm] find _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] That you're waving from the [Ebm] back roads by the rivers of my memory
[Ab] _ [Ebm] ever smiling ever
[Ab] gentle [Db] on my mind _ _ _ _
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_ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [Ab] and stashed [Db] behind your couch _
_ And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten
_ bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon [Eb] some line _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ That keeps you in the back rows by the [Gb] rivers of my [Ab] memory
_ [Ebm] That keeps you [Ab] ever gentle [Db] on my mind _ _
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It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind [Ebm] me _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Or something that somebody said because they think [Ab] we fit together walking
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It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and [Ebm] find _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
[Ab] _ [Ebm] And for hours you're [Ab] just gentle on [Db] my mind _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come between [Ebm] us _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And some other woman crying to her mother cuz [Ab] she turned and [Db] I was gone _ _ _
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I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
_ And the summer sun might burn me till I'm [Ebm]
blind _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But not to where [Eb] I [Ebm] cannot see you walking on the [Ab] back roads by the [Ebm] rivers [Ab] flowing
gentle on [Db] my mind _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in some train [Ebm]
yard _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Might be it a roughening coal pile and a [Gb] dirty hat [Db] pulled low across my face _ _ _ _
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Through cup hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and [Ebm] find _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] That you're waving from the [Ebm] back roads by the rivers of my memory
[Ab] _ [Ebm] ever smiling ever
[Ab] gentle [Db] on my mind _ _ _ _
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