Chords for Gentle On My Mind - Glen Campbell with Willie Nelson and band (great guitar solo)
Tempo:
118.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Em
G
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [Bm]
[Dm] I think Glenn should do one of his big hit numbers for us about now, [D] don't you?
Why not?
Thank you.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] of walls.
And that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [A] in a stash [D] behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds.
And the exchange that I've tried upon [Em] some light.
That keeps you on the back road by the rivers [A] of my memory.
It [Em] keeps you [A] if a devil [D] on the mind.
I'm just a-knocking into the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that bind me.
Or something [B] that somebody [G] said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking.
It's just knowing [A] that the world will not [D] be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find.
That's your moving [Eb] on the back road [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] And for hours [A] you're just sitting on [D] my mind.
[Em] [G]
[A] [Em]
[D] [B] [A]
[D]
[Em]
[E] [A] [Eb]
[D] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A] Or I'm a [D]-hitting my cup and bursting crackling falling into [Em] your train yard.
With my beer and coal piled [G] and a dirty hat [A] rolled over across [D] my face.
A brew cup tanned around the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find.
That's your waving [Eb] on the back [G] road by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Never smiling [A] never [D] hitting the home of mine.
In New York, the ocean's a long [G] line.
[D] [G] [D]
[Dm] I think Glenn should do one of his big hit numbers for us about now, [D] don't you?
Why not?
Thank you.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] of walls.
And that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [A] in a stash [D] behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds.
And the exchange that I've tried upon [Em] some light.
That keeps you on the back road by the rivers [A] of my memory.
It [Em] keeps you [A] if a devil [D] on the mind.
I'm just a-knocking into the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that bind me.
Or something [B] that somebody [G] said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking.
It's just knowing [A] that the world will not [D] be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find.
That's your moving [Eb] on the back road [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] And for hours [A] you're just sitting on [D] my mind.
[Em] [G]
[A] [Em]
[D] [B] [A]
[D]
[Em]
[E] [A] [Eb]
[D] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A] Or I'm a [D]-hitting my cup and bursting crackling falling into [Em] your train yard.
With my beer and coal piled [G] and a dirty hat [A] rolled over across [D] my face.
A brew cup tanned around the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find.
That's your waving [Eb] on the back [G] road by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Never smiling [A] never [D] hitting the home of mine.
In New York, the ocean's a long [G] line.
[D] [G] [D]
Key:
D
A
Em
G
Eb
D
A
Em
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ I think Glenn should do one of his big hit numbers for us about now, [D] don't you?
Why not?
Thank you. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] of walls. _ _ _ _
_ _ And that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [A] in a stash [D] behind your couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds.
And the exchange that I've tried upon [Em] some light. _ _ _
_ _ That keeps you on the back road by the rivers [A] of my memory.
It [Em] keeps you [A] if a devil [D] on the mind. _
_ _ _ _ I'm just a-knocking into the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that bind me. _ _
_ _ Or something [B] that somebody [G] said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing [A] that the world will not [D] be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find. _ _ _
_ _ That's your moving [Eb] on the back road [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] And for hours [A] you're just sitting on [D] my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] Or I'm a [D]-hitting my cup and bursting crackling falling into [Em] your train yard. _ _
_ With my beer and coal piled [G] and a dirty hat [A] rolled over across [D] my face. _ _ _ _
A brew cup tanned around the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find. _
_ _ _ _ That's your waving [Eb] on the back [G] road by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Never smiling [A] never [D] hitting the home of mine.
In New York, the ocean's a long [G] line.
[D] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ I think Glenn should do one of his big hit numbers for us about now, [D] don't you?
Why not?
Thank you. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] of walls. _ _ _ _
_ _ And that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [A] in a stash [D] behind your couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds.
And the exchange that I've tried upon [Em] some light. _ _ _
_ _ That keeps you on the back road by the rivers [A] of my memory.
It [Em] keeps you [A] if a devil [D] on the mind. _
_ _ _ _ I'm just a-knocking into the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that bind me. _ _
_ _ Or something [B] that somebody [G] said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing [A] that the world will not [D] be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find. _ _ _
_ _ That's your moving [Eb] on the back road [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] And for hours [A] you're just sitting on [D] my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] Or I'm a [D]-hitting my cup and bursting crackling falling into [Em] your train yard. _ _
_ With my beer and coal piled [G] and a dirty hat [A] rolled over across [D] my face. _ _ _ _
A brew cup tanned around the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find. _
_ _ _ _ That's your waving [Eb] on the back [G] road by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Never smiling [A] never [D] hitting the home of mine.
In New York, the ocean's a long [G] line.
[D] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _