Chords for Johnny Cash - Gentle On My Mind (with Glenn Campbell)
Tempo:
106.6 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
Bm
F#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [G#m] [A] [F#m] [A]
[F#m]
[A] Well, it's knowing that your door is always open and your [Em] path is free [Bm] to walk.
[E] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up, stashed behind [A] your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up on [Bm] some lines.
[E] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you ever gentle on [A] my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks that I've planted on their columns [B] now that bind [Bm] me.
[E] Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together [A] walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing nor forgiving
when I walk along some railroad [B] track and [Bm] find
[B] that [Bm] [E] you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
and for hours you're just gentle on [A] my mind.
[F#m]
[A]
Though the wheat fields and the coal mines and the junkyards, the highways [Bm] come between us.
And [E] some other woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I [A] was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face,
and the summer sun might burn me [Bm] till I'm blind.
[E] But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on [A] my mind.
[F#m]
[A]
I dip my cup of soup from some gurgling, crackling [Bm] cauldron in some train yard.
[E] My beard a roughing coal pile and a dirty hat below [A] across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can [F#m] I pretend [A] to hold you to [E] my breast [Bm] and find
that [E] you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
ever smiling, ever gentle on [A] my mind.
[F#m]
[A] Well, it's knowing that your door is always open and your [Em] path is free [Bm] to walk.
[E] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up, stashed behind [A] your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up on [Bm] some lines.
[E] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you ever gentle on [A] my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks that I've planted on their columns [B] now that bind [Bm] me.
[E] Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together [A] walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing nor forgiving
when I walk along some railroad [B] track and [Bm] find
[B] that [Bm] [E] you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
and for hours you're just gentle on [A] my mind.
[F#m]
[A]
Though the wheat fields and the coal mines and the junkyards, the highways [Bm] come between us.
And [E] some other woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I [A] was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face,
and the summer sun might burn me [Bm] till I'm blind.
[E] But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on [A] my mind.
[F#m]
[A]
I dip my cup of soup from some gurgling, crackling [Bm] cauldron in some train yard.
[E] My beard a roughing coal pile and a dirty hat below [A] across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can [F#m] I pretend [A] to hold you to [E] my breast [Bm] and find
that [E] you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
ever smiling, ever gentle on [A] my mind.
Key:
A
E
Bm
F#m
B
A
E
Bm
[E] _ [G#m] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[A] _ Well, it's knowing that your door is always open and your [Em] path is free [Bm] to walk. _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up, stashed behind [A] your couch. _ _ _
_ _ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up on [Bm] some lines.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you ever gentle on [A] my mind. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks that I've planted on their columns [B] now that bind [Bm] me. _ _
_ _ [E] Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together [A] walking. _ _ _
_ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing nor forgiving
when I walk along some railroad [B] track and [Bm] find
[B] that _ [Bm] _ [E] you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
and for hours you're just gentle on [A] my mind.
_ _ [F#m] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Though the wheat fields and the coal mines and the junkyards, the highways [Bm] come between us. _ _ _
_ And [E] some other woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I [A] was gone. _ _ _
_ _ I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face,
and the summer sun might burn me [Bm] till I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on [A] my mind.
_ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I dip my cup of soup from some gurgling, crackling [Bm] cauldron in some train yard. _
_ _ [E] My beard a roughing coal pile and a dirty hat below [A] across my face. _ _
_ _ Through cupped hands round a tin can [F#m] I pretend [A] to hold you to [E] my breast [Bm] and find _
that _ _ [E] you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
ever smiling, ever gentle on [A] my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[A] _ Well, it's knowing that your door is always open and your [Em] path is free [Bm] to walk. _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up, stashed behind [A] your couch. _ _ _
_ _ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up on [Bm] some lines.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory and keeps you ever gentle on [A] my mind. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks that I've planted on their columns [B] now that bind [Bm] me. _ _
_ _ [E] Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together [A] walking. _ _ _
_ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing nor forgiving
when I walk along some railroad [B] track and [Bm] find
[B] that _ [Bm] _ [E] you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
and for hours you're just gentle on [A] my mind.
_ _ [F#m] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Though the wheat fields and the coal mines and the junkyards, the highways [Bm] come between us. _ _ _
_ And [E] some other woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I [A] was gone. _ _ _
_ _ I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face,
and the summer sun might burn me [Bm] till I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on [A] my mind.
_ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I dip my cup of soup from some gurgling, crackling [Bm] cauldron in some train yard. _
_ _ [E] My beard a roughing coal pile and a dirty hat below [A] across my face. _ _
_ _ Through cupped hands round a tin can [F#m] I pretend [A] to hold you to [E] my breast [Bm] and find _
that _ _ [E] you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
ever smiling, ever gentle on [A] my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _