Chords for Gentle On My Mind
Tempo:
135.65 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#m
F#
E
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [B]
[C#m]
[F#] [B]
[C#m]
[F#]
[B]
[F#] [C#m]
[E] [G#]
[C#m] [F#]
[B]
into the rocks and have your planet on your palm.
[C#m] Now, that's right.
[G#m] Or something [C#m] that somebody said, because it's
awfully fit to get.
[B]
It's knowing that your world will not
be a curse and no forgiveness when I walk along some river
back in the [C#m] past.
Waving
[D#] from the [E] back road by the rivers of my memory,
[G#] every smiling ever [B] gentle, oh.
And the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways.
[C#m]
Some other [E] woman crying to her lover. Oh, yeah.
[B]
[D#m] Still [B] running silence, tears of joy in my stained face.
Summer, sun, light.
[F#] [C#m]
[E] I would not do where I cannot see you walking on the [C#m] back [G#] road.
[F#]
[B]
I dip my cup of soot back from the burgling, crackling,
carting [C#m] dump from the road.
My beard [G#] a roughing coal [E] pile and a dirty [F#] head pool
all across my [D#] face.
[B] Through cupped hands and a round tin can,
I pretend to hold you to my [C#m] breast.
[D#] As you're waving from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling ever gentle, oh.
[B] As you're [C#m] waving from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling [F#] ever gentle, oh.
[B]
As you're waving [E] from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling [F#] ever gentle, oh. [B] Mama.
[C#m]
[F#] [B]
[C#m]
[F#]
[B]
[F#] [C#m]
[E] [G#]
[C#m] [F#]
[B]
into the rocks and have your planet on your palm.
[C#m] Now, that's right.
[G#m] Or something [C#m] that somebody said, because it's
awfully fit to get.
[B]
It's knowing that your world will not
be a curse and no forgiveness when I walk along some river
back in the [C#m] past.
Waving
[D#] from the [E] back road by the rivers of my memory,
[G#] every smiling ever [B] gentle, oh.
And the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways.
[C#m]
Some other [E] woman crying to her lover. Oh, yeah.
[B]
[D#m] Still [B] running silence, tears of joy in my stained face.
Summer, sun, light.
[F#] [C#m]
[E] I would not do where I cannot see you walking on the [C#m] back [G#] road.
[F#]
[B]
I dip my cup of soot back from the burgling, crackling,
carting [C#m] dump from the road.
My beard [G#] a roughing coal [E] pile and a dirty [F#] head pool
all across my [D#] face.
[B] Through cupped hands and a round tin can,
I pretend to hold you to my [C#m] breast.
[D#] As you're waving from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling ever gentle, oh.
[B] As you're [C#m] waving from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling [F#] ever gentle, oh.
[B]
As you're waving [E] from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling [F#] ever gentle, oh. [B] Mama.
Key:
B
C#m
F#
E
G#
B
C#m
F#
[N] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ into the rocks and have your planet on your palm.
[C#m] Now, that's right.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] Or something [C#m] that somebody said, because it's
awfully fit to get.
[B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your world will not
be a curse and no forgiveness when I walk along some river
back in the [C#m] past.
_ _ _ _ Waving _
_ _ _ [D#] from the [E] back road by the rivers of my memory,
[G#] every smiling ever [B] gentle, oh. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways. _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Some other [E] woman crying to her lover. Oh, yeah.
_ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] Still [B] running silence, tears of joy in my stained face.
Summer, sun, light.
[F#] _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] I would not do where I cannot see you walking on the [C#m] back [G#] road.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I dip my cup of soot back from the burgling, crackling,
carting [C#m] dump from the road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ My beard [G#] a roughing coal [E] pile and a dirty [F#] head pool
all across my _ [D#] _ face. _
[B] _ _ _ _ Through cupped hands and a round tin can,
I pretend to hold you to my [C#m] breast. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D#] As you're waving from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling ever gentle, oh.
[B] As _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ you're [C#m] waving from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling [F#] ever gentle, oh.
[B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ As you're waving [E] from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling [F#] ever gentle, oh. [B] Mama. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ into the rocks and have your planet on your palm.
[C#m] Now, that's right.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] Or something [C#m] that somebody said, because it's
awfully fit to get.
[B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your world will not
be a curse and no forgiveness when I walk along some river
back in the [C#m] past.
_ _ _ _ Waving _
_ _ _ [D#] from the [E] back road by the rivers of my memory,
[G#] every smiling ever [B] gentle, oh. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways. _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Some other [E] woman crying to her lover. Oh, yeah.
_ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] Still [B] running silence, tears of joy in my stained face.
Summer, sun, light.
[F#] _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] I would not do where I cannot see you walking on the [C#m] back [G#] road.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I dip my cup of soot back from the burgling, crackling,
carting [C#m] dump from the road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ My beard [G#] a roughing coal [E] pile and a dirty [F#] head pool
all across my _ [D#] _ face. _
[B] _ _ _ _ Through cupped hands and a round tin can,
I pretend to hold you to my [C#m] breast. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D#] As you're waving from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling ever gentle, oh.
[B] As _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ you're [C#m] waving from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling [F#] ever gentle, oh.
[B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ As you're waving [E] from the back roads and by the rivers of my
memory, every smiling [F#] ever gentle, oh. [B] Mama. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _