Chords for Glen Campbell & John Hartford - Gentle On My Mind (Live The Goodtime Hour)
Tempo:
103.05 bpm
Chords used:
C
D
G
A
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
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]
Key:
C
D
G
A
C#
C
D
G
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] _