Chords for Glen Campbell & John Hartford - Gentle On My Mind (Live The Goodtime Hour)
Tempo:
103.05 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
So many letters to do, gentle on my mind, all the way through.
it off since you wrote it?
It's knowing [C] that your door is always open and your path is free to [D] walk.
[D] That makes me tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind [C] your couch.
not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
dried upon [D] some lines.
That keeps you [C#] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of my memory.
Keeps you ever gentle on my [C] mind.
it off since you wrote it?
It's knowing [C] that your door is always open and your path is free to [D] walk.
[D] That makes me tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind [C] your couch.
not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
dried upon [D] some lines.
That keeps you [C#] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of my memory.
Keeps you ever gentle on my [C] mind.
100% ➙ 103BPM
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So many letters to do, gentle on my mind, all the way through.
So, John, you want to kick it off since you wrote it?
Why not?
Alrighty. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing [C] that your door is always open and your path is free to [D] walk. _ _ _ _ _
[D] That makes me tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind [C] your couch.
_ _ _ _ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the extents that are dried upon [D] some lines. _ _ _ _
That keeps you [C#] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of my memory.
Keeps you ever gentle on my [C] mind. _ _ _
_ [C] It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now [D] that bind me. _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought [G] we fit together walking.
[C] _ _ _ _ It's just knowing [G] that the world will not [C] be cursing or forgiving
when I walk along some railroad [D] track and find _ _ _ _
that you're moving [A] on the back [Dm] roads by the rivers of [G] my memory
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind. _
_ _ Although the wheat [Em] fields and the [C] clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come [D] between us. _ _ _
And some mother [C#] woman crying [C] to her mother [Em] cause she turned and I was [C] gone. _ _ _ _
I still might run [Em] in silence, tears [C] of joy might stain my face
and a summer sun might burn me till [D] I'm boy. _ _ _ _
_ But not [C#] to where I cannot [C] see you walking [G] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gently on by. _ _ _
_ _ _ I dip [C] my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [A] some trade yard. _ _ _
_ [D] I beard a rough and cold [C] pile and a dirty [A] hat pull over across [C] my face. _ _ _ _ _
Her cup hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [D] breast and find
that _ _ you're waving from the back [A] roads by the rivers [G] of my memory
[D] ever smiling [G] and ever gentle on [C] my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [E] _
So, John, you want to kick it off since you wrote it?
Why not?
Alrighty. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing [C] that your door is always open and your path is free to [D] walk. _ _ _ _ _
[D] That makes me tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind [C] your couch.
_ _ _ _ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the extents that are dried upon [D] some lines. _ _ _ _
That keeps you [C#] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of my memory.
Keeps you ever gentle on my [C] mind. _ _ _
_ [C] It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now [D] that bind me. _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought [G] we fit together walking.
[C] _ _ _ _ It's just knowing [G] that the world will not [C] be cursing or forgiving
when I walk along some railroad [D] track and find _ _ _ _
that you're moving [A] on the back [Dm] roads by the rivers of [G] my memory
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind. _
_ _ Although the wheat [Em] fields and the [C] clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come [D] between us. _ _ _
And some mother [C#] woman crying [C] to her mother [Em] cause she turned and I was [C] gone. _ _ _ _
I still might run [Em] in silence, tears [C] of joy might stain my face
and a summer sun might burn me till [D] I'm boy. _ _ _ _
_ But not [C#] to where I cannot [C] see you walking [G] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gently on by. _ _ _
_ _ _ I dip [C] my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [A] some trade yard. _ _ _
_ [D] I beard a rough and cold [C] pile and a dirty [A] hat pull over across [C] my face. _ _ _ _ _
Her cup hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [D] breast and find
that _ _ you're waving from the back [A] roads by the rivers [G] of my memory
[D] ever smiling [G] and ever gentle on [C] my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [E] _
