Gentle On My Mind Chords by Elvis Presley
Tempo:
94.4 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#m
E
A
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N]
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 bag rolled up [B] and stashed [E] behind your couch.
It's knowing [B] I'm not shackled by forgotten [E] words and bonds.
I had the heat stains out of dried up old [F#m] sunlight.
That keeps you in the back 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 the [F#m] ground.
Or something that somebody [A] said because they thought [B] we fit in together [E] walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [F#m] track in the sun.
That you're moving on the back roads [A] by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] And for hours [E] you'll just jiggle on my mind.
Though the wheat [D#] fields and the clotheslines [E] and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
And some other woman's crying to her mother [B] cause she turned [E] and I was gone.
I still might [G#m] rot in the south, [B] the tears of joy might stain my face.
[E] And the summer [B] sun might burn me [F#m] till I'm fine.
But not to where I cannot see you walking the back roads by the rivers of [B] flowing gently [E] on my mind.
I dip my [G#m] cup of soup back [C#m] from a gurgling, a croaking, a cawing [F#m] in some train yard.
I barely [A] run a cold hot and a dirty [B] hat would blow [E] across my face.
Through cupped hands [B] around a tin can [E] I pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breast and smile.
That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] And ever smiling, [B] ever jiggling on my mind.
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 bag rolled up [B] and stashed [E] behind your couch.
It's knowing [B] I'm not shackled by forgotten [E] words and bonds.
I had the heat stains out of dried up old [F#m] sunlight.
That keeps you in the back 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 the [F#m] ground.
Or something that somebody [A] said because they thought [B] we fit in together [E] walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [F#m] track in the sun.
That you're moving on the back roads [A] by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] And for hours [E] you'll just jiggle on my mind.
Though the wheat [D#] fields and the clotheslines [E] and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
And some other woman's crying to her mother [B] cause she turned [E] and I was gone.
I still might [G#m] rot in the south, [B] the tears of joy might stain my face.
[E] And the summer [B] sun might burn me [F#m] till I'm fine.
But not to where I cannot see you walking the back roads by the rivers of [B] flowing gently [E] on my mind.
I dip my [G#m] cup of soup back [C#m] from a gurgling, a croaking, a cawing [F#m] in some train yard.
I barely [A] run a cold hot and a dirty [B] hat would blow [E] across my face.
Through cupped hands [B] around a tin can [E] I pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breast and smile.
That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] And ever smiling, [B] ever jiggling on my mind.
Key:
B
F#m
E
A
G#m
B
F#m
E
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ 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 bag rolled up [B] and stashed [E] behind your couch. _ _ _
_ _ It's knowing [B] I'm not shackled by forgotten [E] words and bonds.
I had the heat stains out of dried up old [F#m] sunlight.
That _ keeps _ _ _ you in the back 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 the _ [F#m] ground. _
_ _ _ _ Or something that somebody [A] said because they thought [B] we fit in together [E] walking. _
_ _ _ _ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [F#m] track in the sun. _ _ _ _
_ That you're moving on the back roads [A] by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] And for hours [E] you'll just jiggle on my mind.
_ _ _ _ Though the wheat [D#] fields and the clotheslines [E] and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
_ _ _ And some other woman's crying to her mother [B] cause she turned [E] and I was gone.
_ _ _ _ _ I still might [G#m] rot in the south, [B] the tears of joy might stain my face.
[E] And the summer [B] sun might burn me [F#m] till I'm fine. _ _ _
_ But not to where I cannot see you walking the back roads by the rivers of [B] flowing gently [E] on my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ I dip my [G#m] cup of soup back [C#m] from a gurgling, a croaking, a cawing [F#m] in some train yard.
_ _ _ _ I barely [A] run a cold hot and a dirty [B] hat would blow [E] across my face.
_ _ _ _ _ Through cupped hands [B] around a tin can [E] I pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breast and smile.
_ _ _ _ That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] And ever smiling, [B] ever jiggling on my mind. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ 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 bag rolled up [B] and stashed [E] behind your couch. _ _ _
_ _ It's knowing [B] I'm not shackled by forgotten [E] words and bonds.
I had the heat stains out of dried up old [F#m] sunlight.
That _ keeps _ _ _ you in the back 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 the _ [F#m] ground. _
_ _ _ _ Or something that somebody [A] said because they thought [B] we fit in together [E] walking. _
_ _ _ _ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [F#m] track in the sun. _ _ _ _
_ That you're moving on the back roads [A] by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] And for hours [E] you'll just jiggle on my mind.
_ _ _ _ Though the wheat [D#] fields and the clotheslines [E] and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
_ _ _ And some other woman's crying to her mother [B] cause she turned [E] and I was gone.
_ _ _ _ _ I still might [G#m] rot in the south, [B] the tears of joy might stain my face.
[E] And the summer [B] sun might burn me [F#m] till I'm fine. _ _ _
_ But not to where I cannot see you walking the back roads by the rivers of [B] flowing gently [E] on my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ I dip my [G#m] cup of soup back [C#m] from a gurgling, a croaking, a cawing [F#m] in some train yard.
_ _ _ _ I barely [A] run a cold hot and a dirty [B] hat would blow [E] across my face.
_ _ _ _ _ Through cupped hands [B] around a tin can [E] I pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breast and smile.
_ _ _ _ That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] And ever smiling, [B] ever jiggling on my mind. _ _ _ _
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