Gentle On My Mind (Remastered 2001) Chords
Tempo:
72.55 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Fm
F
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It's knowing that [Eb] your door is always open and your path is free [Fm] to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [Bb] 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 upon [F] some lining.
[Fm] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my [C] memory.
It keeps you [Bb] ever gentle [Eb] on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Cm] ivy [Eb] planted on their columns now [Fm] that bind me.
Or something that somebody said because they [Bb] thought we [Eb] fit together walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad [Fm] track.
And I can find that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my memory.
And for hours you're just gentle [Eb] on my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Fm] come between us.
And some other woman's crying to her mother [Bb] cause she [Eb] turned and I 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 the rivers flowing gentle
[Eb] on my mind.
I dip my cup of soup back [Cm] from a [Eb] gurgling crackling cauldron in [F] some [Fm] train yard.
My beard a ruffling coal pile and a dirty [Bb] hat full [Eb] low across my face.
Through cupped hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Fm] breast and find that you're
awaking from the back roads by the rivers of my memories.
Ever smiling ever [Bb] gentle [Eb] on my mind.
[N]
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [Bb] 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 upon [F] some lining.
[Fm] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my [C] memory.
It keeps you [Bb] ever gentle [Eb] on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Cm] ivy [Eb] planted on their columns now [Fm] that bind me.
Or something that somebody said because they [Bb] thought we [Eb] fit together walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad [Fm] track.
And I can find that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my memory.
And for hours you're just gentle [Eb] on my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Fm] come between us.
And some other woman's crying to her mother [Bb] cause she [Eb] turned and I 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 the rivers flowing gentle
[Eb] on my mind.
I dip my cup of soup back [Cm] from a [Eb] gurgling crackling cauldron in [F] some [Fm] train yard.
My beard a ruffling coal pile and a dirty [Bb] hat full [Eb] low across my face.
Through cupped hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Fm] breast and find that you're
awaking from the back roads by the rivers of my memories.
Ever smiling ever [Bb] gentle [Eb] on my mind.
[N]
Key:
Eb
Bb
Fm
F
Cm
Eb
Bb
Fm
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's knowing that [Eb] your door is always open and your path is free [Fm] to walk. _
_ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [Bb] 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 upon [F] some lining.
[Fm] _ _ That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my [C] memory.
It keeps you [Bb] ever gentle [Eb] on my mind.
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and [Cm] ivy [Eb] planted on their columns now [Fm] that bind me.
_ _ Or something that somebody said because they [Bb] thought we [Eb] fit together walking. _ _
_ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad [Fm] track.
And I can find that _ you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my memory.
And for hours you're just gentle [Eb] on my mind.
_ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Fm] come between us.
_ _ And some other woman's crying to her mother [Bb] cause she [Eb] turned and I 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 the rivers flowing gentle
[Eb] on my mind.
_ _ I dip my cup of soup back [Cm] from a [Eb] gurgling crackling cauldron in [F] some [Fm] train yard.
_ _ My beard a ruffling coal pile and a dirty [Bb] hat full [Eb] low across my face. _ _
Through cupped hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Fm] breast and find that _ you're
awaking from the back roads by the rivers of my memories.
Ever smiling ever [Bb] gentle [Eb] on my mind. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ It's knowing that [Eb] your door is always open and your path is free [Fm] to walk. _
_ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [Bb] 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 upon [F] some lining.
[Fm] _ _ That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my [C] memory.
It keeps you [Bb] ever gentle [Eb] on my mind.
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and [Cm] ivy [Eb] planted on their columns now [Fm] that bind me.
_ _ Or something that somebody said because they [Bb] thought we [Eb] fit together walking. _ _
_ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad [Fm] track.
And I can find that _ you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my memory.
And for hours you're just gentle [Eb] on my mind.
_ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Fm] come between us.
_ _ And some other woman's crying to her mother [Bb] cause she [Eb] turned and I 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 the rivers flowing gentle
[Eb] on my mind.
_ _ I dip my cup of soup back [Cm] from a [Eb] gurgling crackling cauldron in [F] some [Fm] train yard.
_ _ My beard a ruffling coal pile and a dirty [Bb] hat full [Eb] low across my face. _ _
Through cupped hands round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Fm] breast and find that _ you're
awaking from the back roads by the rivers of my memories.
Ever smiling ever [Bb] gentle [Eb] on my mind. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _