Chords for Gentle On My Mind
Tempo:
72.25 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Fm
C
Bb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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It's [Eb] knowing that your door is always open and your [Fm] path is free to walk
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch
it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And that keeps you in the back [C] roads by the rivers of my memory
mind
rocks and ivy planted on their [Fm] columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [Eb] together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch
it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And that keeps you in the back [C] roads by the rivers of my memory
mind
rocks and ivy planted on their [Fm] columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [Eb] together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
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Eb
Fm
C
Bb
F
Eb
Fm
C
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_ _ _ It's [Eb] knowing that your door is always open and your [Fm] path is free to walk
And _ _ that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch
And _ it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried [Fm] up on some line
And _ that keeps you in the back [C] roads by the rivers of my memory
[F] And keeps [Bb] you ever gentle on [Eb] my mind
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their [Fm] columns now that bind me _
_ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [Eb] together walking _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad [Fm] track and find _
_ That you're moving on the back [C] roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on [Eb] my mind
_ _ Though the wheat [Eb] fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways [Fm] come between us
And _ some other woman's crying [C] to her [Bb] mother cause she turned and I [Eb] was gone _ _ _
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And a summer sun might burn me [Fm] till I'm blind
But _ not to where I cannot see you walking [Bb] on the back roads by [F] the rivers flowing gentle [Eb] on my mind
I _ dip my cup [Gm] of soup back [Eb] from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [Fm] some train yard _
_ My beard a roughening [C] coal pile and a dirty hat pull low across my [Eb] face _ _
Through cupped hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Fm] and find
_ That you're waiting [C] from the back roads by [C] the rivers of my memory
Ever [Bb] smiling, ever [Eb] gentle on my mind _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's [Eb] knowing that your door is always open and your [Fm] path is free to walk
And _ _ that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch
And _ it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried [Fm] up on some line
And _ that keeps you in the back [C] roads by the rivers of my memory
[F] And keeps [Bb] you ever gentle on [Eb] my mind
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their [Fm] columns now that bind me _
_ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit [Eb] together walking _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad [Fm] track and find _
_ That you're moving on the back [C] roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on [Eb] my mind
_ _ Though the wheat [Eb] fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways [Fm] come between us
And _ some other woman's crying [C] to her [Bb] mother cause she turned and I [Eb] was gone _ _ _
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And a summer sun might burn me [Fm] till I'm blind
But _ not to where I cannot see you walking [Bb] on the back roads by [F] the rivers flowing gentle [Eb] on my mind
I _ dip my cup [Gm] of soup back [Eb] from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [Fm] some train yard _
_ My beard a roughening [C] coal pile and a dirty hat pull low across my [Eb] face _ _
Through cupped hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Fm] and find
_ That you're waiting [C] from the back roads by [C] the rivers of my memory
Ever [Bb] smiling, ever [Eb] gentle on my mind _ _ _
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