Gentle On My Mind - Lyrics - Glen Campell Chords
Tempo:
109.35 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Cm
Fm
Bb
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb]
It's knowing that your [Gm] door is [Cm] always open [Eb] and your path is [Fm] free to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled [Bb] up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch.
And it's knowing [Gm] I'm not shackled [Cm] by pergola [Eb] twerks and bonds and the ink stains that are
dried upon [Fm] some line.
That keeps you in the back [Cm] roads by the rivers of my [Bb] memory.
It keeps you ever gentle [Eb] on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Cm] ivy planted on [Eb] their columns now [Fm] that bind me.
Or something that [C] somebody said [Fm] because they thought [Bb] we fit [Eb] together walking.
It's just knowing [Gm] that the world will not [Cm] be cursing [Eb] or forgiving when I walk along
[Cm] some railroad [Fm] track and find.
That you're moving on the back [Cm] roads by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
And for [Fm] hours [Bb] you're just gentle [Eb] on my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the [Cm] coastlines and the junkyards and the [Eb] highways [Fm] come between us.
And some other woman's crying [Cm] to her mother [Bb] cause she turned [Eb] and I was gone.
I still might run in [Gm] silence, tears [Cm] of joy might stain my [Eb] face.
And a summer sun might burn [Fm] me till I'm blind.
But not to where I [C] cannot [Cm] see you walking [Bb] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle
[Eb] on my mind.
I dip my [Gm] couple's suit back [Cm] from a girdling [Eb] crackling cauldron [Fm] in some train yard.
My beard a ruffling [Cm] coal pile and a dirty [Bb] hat full low [Eb] across my face.
Through cupped hands round the [Gm] tin can [Cm] I pretend to [Eb] hold you to my [Fm] breast and find.
That you're awaking [C] from the back roads [Cm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
[Fm] Ever smiling [Bb] ever [Eb] gentle on my mind.
[N]
It's knowing that your [Gm] door is [Cm] always open [Eb] and your path is [Fm] free to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled [Bb] up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch.
And it's knowing [Gm] I'm not shackled [Cm] by pergola [Eb] twerks and bonds and the ink stains that are
dried upon [Fm] some line.
That keeps you in the back [Cm] roads by the rivers of my [Bb] memory.
It keeps you ever gentle [Eb] on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Cm] ivy planted on [Eb] their columns now [Fm] that bind me.
Or something that [C] somebody said [Fm] because they thought [Bb] we fit [Eb] together walking.
It's just knowing [Gm] that the world will not [Cm] be cursing [Eb] or forgiving when I walk along
[Cm] some railroad [Fm] track and find.
That you're moving on the back [Cm] roads by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
And for [Fm] hours [Bb] you're just gentle [Eb] on my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the [Cm] coastlines and the junkyards and the [Eb] highways [Fm] come between us.
And some other woman's crying [Cm] to her mother [Bb] cause she turned [Eb] and I was gone.
I still might run in [Gm] silence, tears [Cm] of joy might stain my [Eb] face.
And a summer sun might burn [Fm] me till I'm blind.
But not to where I [C] cannot [Cm] see you walking [Bb] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle
[Eb] on my mind.
I dip my [Gm] couple's suit back [Cm] from a girdling [Eb] crackling cauldron [Fm] in some train yard.
My beard a ruffling [Cm] coal pile and a dirty [Bb] hat full low [Eb] across my face.
Through cupped hands round the [Gm] tin can [Cm] I pretend to [Eb] hold you to my [Fm] breast and find.
That you're awaking [C] from the back roads [Cm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
[Fm] Ever smiling [Bb] ever [Eb] gentle on my mind.
[N]
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Eb
Cm
Fm
Bb
Gm
Eb
Cm
Fm
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your [Gm] door is [Cm] always open [Eb] and your path is [Fm] free to walk. _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled [Bb] up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing [Gm] I'm not shackled [Cm] by pergola [Eb] twerks and bonds and the ink stains that are
dried upon [Fm] some line.
_ _ _ _ _ That keeps you in the back [Cm] roads by the rivers of my [Bb] memory.
It keeps you ever gentle [Eb] on my mind. _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Cm] ivy planted on [Eb] their columns now [Fm] that bind me. _ _ _
_ Or something that [C] somebody said [Fm] because they thought [Bb] we fit [Eb] together walking. _ _ _ _
_ It's just knowing [Gm] that the world will not [Cm] be cursing [Eb] or forgiving when I walk along
[Cm] some railroad [Fm] track and find.
_ _ _ _ _ That you're moving on the back [Cm] roads by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
And for [Fm] hours [Bb] you're just gentle [Eb] on my mind. _ _ _
_ Though the wheat fields and the [Cm] coastlines and the junkyards and the [Eb] highways [Fm] come between us. _ _ _ _
_ And some other woman's crying [Cm] to her mother [Bb] cause she turned [Eb] and I was gone. _ _ _ _
_ I still might run in [Gm] silence, tears [Cm] of joy might stain my [Eb] face.
And a summer sun might burn [Fm] me till I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ But not to where I [C] cannot [Cm] see you walking [Bb] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle
[Eb] on my mind. _ _ _
_ I dip my [Gm] couple's suit back [Cm] from a girdling [Eb] crackling cauldron [Fm] in some train yard. _ _
_ My beard a ruffling [Cm] coal pile and a dirty [Bb] hat full low [Eb] across my face. _ _ _ _
_ Through cupped hands round the [Gm] tin can [Cm] I pretend to [Eb] hold you to my [Fm] breast and find. _ _ _
That you're awaking [C] from the back roads [Cm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
[Fm] Ever smiling [Bb] ever [Eb] gentle on my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your [Gm] door is [Cm] always open [Eb] and your path is [Fm] free to walk. _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled [Bb] up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing [Gm] I'm not shackled [Cm] by pergola [Eb] twerks and bonds and the ink stains that are
dried upon [Fm] some line.
_ _ _ _ _ That keeps you in the back [Cm] roads by the rivers of my [Bb] memory.
It keeps you ever gentle [Eb] on my mind. _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Cm] ivy planted on [Eb] their columns now [Fm] that bind me. _ _ _
_ Or something that [C] somebody said [Fm] because they thought [Bb] we fit [Eb] together walking. _ _ _ _
_ It's just knowing [Gm] that the world will not [Cm] be cursing [Eb] or forgiving when I walk along
[Cm] some railroad [Fm] track and find.
_ _ _ _ _ That you're moving on the back [Cm] roads by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
And for [Fm] hours [Bb] you're just gentle [Eb] on my mind. _ _ _
_ Though the wheat fields and the [Cm] coastlines and the junkyards and the [Eb] highways [Fm] come between us. _ _ _ _
_ And some other woman's crying [Cm] to her mother [Bb] cause she turned [Eb] and I was gone. _ _ _ _
_ I still might run in [Gm] silence, tears [Cm] of joy might stain my [Eb] face.
And a summer sun might burn [Fm] me till I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ But not to where I [C] cannot [Cm] see you walking [Bb] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle
[Eb] on my mind. _ _ _
_ I dip my [Gm] couple's suit back [Cm] from a girdling [Eb] crackling cauldron [Fm] in some train yard. _ _
_ My beard a ruffling [Cm] coal pile and a dirty [Bb] hat full low [Eb] across my face. _ _ _ _
_ Through cupped hands round the [Gm] tin can [Cm] I pretend to [Eb] hold you to my [Fm] breast and find. _ _ _
That you're awaking [C] from the back roads [Cm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
[Fm] Ever smiling [Bb] ever [Eb] gentle on my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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