Chords for J Hartford.G Campbell. Gentle on my mind
Tempo:
133.4 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Em
Bm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D#] [B] [Em]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [D] [Em]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[Em]
[A]
[D] [A]
[Bm] You [D] know, it seems like every time [Bm] John and I always sing Gentle on My [A] Mind and play it
too mainly [E] because John wrote it and he recorded it and I recorded [D] it and [G#] besides that it's
just too hard to learn another song or to find one that's as good as, so John, let's
do Gentle on My Mind, [D] son.
[A] [Bm]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [A] and stashed [D] behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not [Bm] shackled by forgotten words [D] and bonds and these stains that have
dried [Em] upon some of mine.
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you [D] ever gentle on my mind.
Sing it, Johnny.
It's not clinging [F#m] to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted on their [D] columns [G] now that binds me.
Or something that somebody said because the thought [A] we fit [D] together wrong.
It's just knowing [A] that the world will [Bm] not be cursing [D] or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad track [Em] and find that [A] [Em] you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory
[Em] for hours you're just gentle on [D] my mind.
Though the [Bm] wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards [D] and the highways [Em] come between
us and some other woman's crying to her mother cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone.
I still might run in silence, [Bm] tears of joy might [D] stain the face and a summer sun might
burn me [Em] till I'm blind.
But not to where I cannot see you walking [A] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle
[D] on my mind.
Say, John.
[F#m] [D]
[Em]
[A] [D]
[F#m] [Bm] [D]
[G]
[A] [D]
I tip my cup [A] of soup back from [Bm] the gurgling, [D] crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
My beard roughing in coal pile [G] and a dirty hat [A] full of mold across [D] my face.
Through cup hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find that you're
waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smiling, ever [D] gentle on my mind.
Ever [E] smiling [D] on my mind.
[Bm] [D] Gentle on my mind.
Gentle on my mind.
Gentle on [E] my [D] mind.
I [G#] almost forgot it.
[A] [D]
[Bm] [D] [Em]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[Em]
[A]
[D] [A]
[Bm] You [D] know, it seems like every time [Bm] John and I always sing Gentle on My [A] Mind and play it
too mainly [E] because John wrote it and he recorded it and I recorded [D] it and [G#] besides that it's
just too hard to learn another song or to find one that's as good as, so John, let's
do Gentle on My Mind, [D] son.
[A] [Bm]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [A] and stashed [D] behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not [Bm] shackled by forgotten words [D] and bonds and these stains that have
dried [Em] upon some of mine.
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you [D] ever gentle on my mind.
Sing it, Johnny.
It's not clinging [F#m] to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted on their [D] columns [G] now that binds me.
Or something that somebody said because the thought [A] we fit [D] together wrong.
It's just knowing [A] that the world will [Bm] not be cursing [D] or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad track [Em] and find that [A] [Em] you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory
[Em] for hours you're just gentle on [D] my mind.
Though the [Bm] wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards [D] and the highways [Em] come between
us and some other woman's crying to her mother cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone.
I still might run in silence, [Bm] tears of joy might [D] stain the face and a summer sun might
burn me [Em] till I'm blind.
But not to where I cannot see you walking [A] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle
[D] on my mind.
Say, John.
[F#m] [D]
[Em]
[A] [D]
[F#m] [Bm] [D]
[G]
[A] [D]
I tip my cup [A] of soup back from [Bm] the gurgling, [D] crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
My beard roughing in coal pile [G] and a dirty hat [A] full of mold across [D] my face.
Through cup hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find that you're
waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smiling, ever [D] gentle on my mind.
Ever [E] smiling [D] on my mind.
[Bm] [D] Gentle on my mind.
Gentle on my mind.
Gentle on [E] my [D] mind.
I [G#] almost forgot it.
Key:
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A
Em
Bm
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A
Em
[D#] _ [B] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] You [D] know, it seems like every time [Bm] John and I always sing Gentle on My [A] Mind and play it
too mainly [E] because John wrote it and he recorded it and I recorded [D] it and _ [G#] besides that it's
just too hard to learn another song or to find one that's as good as, so John, let's
do Gentle on My Mind, [D] son.
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk. _ _ _ _ _
_ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [A] and stashed [D] behind your couch. _ _ _
_ _ And it's knowing I'm not [Bm] shackled by forgotten words [D] and bonds and these stains that have
dried [Em] upon some of mine. _ _ _ _ _
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you [D] ever gentle on my mind.
Sing it, Johnny.
_ _ It's not clinging [F#m] to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted on their [D] columns [G] now that binds me.
_ _ _ _ _ Or something that somebody said because the thought [A] we fit [D] together wrong.
_ _ _ _ _ It's just knowing [A] that the world will [Bm] not be cursing [D] or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad track [Em] and find _ that [A] _ _ [Em] you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory
[Em] for hours you're just gentle on [D] my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ Though the [Bm] wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards [D] and the highways [Em] come between
_ us _ _ _ and some other woman's crying to her mother cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone.
_ _ _ _ I still might run in silence, [Bm] tears of joy might [D] stain the face and a summer sun might
burn me [Em] till I'm blind. _ _
_ _ But not to where I cannot see you walking [A] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle
[D] on my mind.
_ _ Say, John. _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I tip my cup [A] of soup back from [Bm] the gurgling, [D] crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
_ _ _ _ My beard roughing in coal pile [G] and a dirty hat [A] full of mold across [D] my face.
_ _ _ _ _ Through cup hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find _ _ _ _ that you're
waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smiling, ever [D] gentle on my mind. _ _ _
_ _ Ever [E] smiling [D] on my mind. _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] Gentle on my mind. _
_ _ _ Gentle on my mind.
_ _ _ _ Gentle on [E] my [D] _ mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ I _ _ [G#] almost forgot it.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] You [D] know, it seems like every time [Bm] John and I always sing Gentle on My [A] Mind and play it
too mainly [E] because John wrote it and he recorded it and I recorded [D] it and _ [G#] besides that it's
just too hard to learn another song or to find one that's as good as, so John, let's
do Gentle on My Mind, [D] son.
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk. _ _ _ _ _
_ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [A] and stashed [D] behind your couch. _ _ _
_ _ And it's knowing I'm not [Bm] shackled by forgotten words [D] and bonds and these stains that have
dried [Em] upon some of mine. _ _ _ _ _
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you [D] ever gentle on my mind.
Sing it, Johnny.
_ _ It's not clinging [F#m] to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted on their [D] columns [G] now that binds me.
_ _ _ _ _ Or something that somebody said because the thought [A] we fit [D] together wrong.
_ _ _ _ _ It's just knowing [A] that the world will [Bm] not be cursing [D] or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad track [Em] and find _ that [A] _ _ [Em] you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory
[Em] for hours you're just gentle on [D] my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ Though the [Bm] wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards [D] and the highways [Em] come between
_ us _ _ _ and some other woman's crying to her mother cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone.
_ _ _ _ I still might run in silence, [Bm] tears of joy might [D] stain the face and a summer sun might
burn me [Em] till I'm blind. _ _
_ _ But not to where I cannot see you walking [A] on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle
[D] on my mind.
_ _ Say, John. _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I tip my cup [A] of soup back from [Bm] the gurgling, [D] crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
_ _ _ _ My beard roughing in coal pile [G] and a dirty hat [A] full of mold across [D] my face.
_ _ _ _ _ Through cup hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find _ _ _ _ that you're
waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smiling, ever [D] gentle on my mind. _ _ _
_ _ Ever [E] smiling [D] on my mind. _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] Gentle on my mind. _
_ _ _ Gentle on my mind.
_ _ _ _ Gentle on [E] my [D] _ mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ I _ _ [G#] almost forgot it.