Chords for Roy Clark - Gentle On My Mind
Tempo:
131.65 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.
Roy Clark.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Gm] walk
That makes me tend to [G] leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind [F] your couch
And [F] it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Dm] forgotten words and bombs
And the ink stains that have dried up on [Gm] some line
That keeps you in the [G] back roads by [Gm] the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on [F] my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks in Ivy Planet on their columns now [Gm] that bind me
Or something that somebody said because they thought [C] we fit together [F] walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad [Gm] track and find
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [C] memory
Or ours, you're just gentle [F] on my mind
[Gm]
[G] [F]
[Gm]
[G] Through the wheat fields and [G] the clothes lines and [Em] the junkyards and the highways come [Em] between us
[Am] And some other woman crying to her [Am] mother cause she turned and [G] I was gone
I still may run in silence, tears of [G] joy might stain my face
And the summer sun may burn me till I'm [Em] blind
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the [D] back roads by the rivers
[D] Flowing gentle [G] on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling, crackling, cauldron [Am] in some train yard
My beds are rough and coal piled and a dirty [D] hat pulled low [G] across my face
[D] Brew cup cans round a tin can I pretend to hold [G] you to my [Am] breast and find
That you're waving from the back roads [G] by the rivers of [Am] my memory
And smiling ever gentle on [G] my mind
That [Am] you're waving from the back roads [C] by the rivers of my [Am] memory
And smiling ever gentle on [G] my mind
[Em] [G]
[N]
Roy Clark.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Gm] walk
That makes me tend to [G] leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind [F] your couch
And [F] it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Dm] forgotten words and bombs
And the ink stains that have dried up on [Gm] some line
That keeps you in the [G] back roads by [Gm] the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on [F] my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks in Ivy Planet on their columns now [Gm] that bind me
Or something that somebody said because they thought [C] we fit together [F] walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad [Gm] track and find
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [C] memory
Or ours, you're just gentle [F] on my mind
[Gm]
[G] [F]
[Gm]
[G] Through the wheat fields and [G] the clothes lines and [Em] the junkyards and the highways come [Em] between us
[Am] And some other woman crying to her [Am] mother cause she turned and [G] I was gone
I still may run in silence, tears of [G] joy might stain my face
And the summer sun may burn me till I'm [Em] blind
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the [D] back roads by the rivers
[D] Flowing gentle [G] on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling, crackling, cauldron [Am] in some train yard
My beds are rough and coal piled and a dirty [D] hat pulled low [G] across my face
[D] Brew cup cans round a tin can I pretend to hold [G] you to my [Am] breast and find
That you're waving from the back roads [G] by the rivers of [Am] my memory
And smiling ever gentle on [G] my mind
That [Am] you're waving from the back roads [C] by the rivers of my [Am] memory
And smiling ever gentle on [G] my mind
[Em] [G]
[N]
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_ _ _ _ Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.
Roy Clark. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Gm] walk _ _ _
_ _ That makes me tend to [G] leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind [F] your couch _ _
_ _ And [F] it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Dm] forgotten words and bombs
And the ink stains that have dried up on [Gm] some line
_ _ _ _ That keeps you in the [G] back roads by [Gm] the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on [F] my mind _ _
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks in Ivy Planet on their columns now [Gm] that bind me _ _
_ _ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought [C] we fit together [F] walking _ _
_ _ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad [Gm] track and find
_ _ _ _ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [C] memory
Or ours, you're just gentle [F] on my mind _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Through the wheat fields and [G] the clothes lines and [Em] the junkyards and the highways come [Em] between us _
_ _ _ [Am] And some other woman crying to her [Am] mother cause she turned and [G] I was gone _
_ _ _ I still may run in silence, tears of [G] joy might stain my face
And the summer sun may burn me till I'm [Em] blind _ _ _ _ _
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the [D] back roads by the rivers
[D] Flowing gentle [G] on my mind _
_ _ _ I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling, crackling, cauldron [Am] in some train yard _
_ _ My beds are rough and coal piled and a dirty [D] hat pulled low [G] across my face _
[D] _ _ _ Brew cup cans round a tin can I pretend to hold [G] you to my [Am] breast and find _ _
_ _ That you're waving from the back roads [G] by the rivers of [Am] my memory
And smiling ever gentle on [G] my mind
_ _ _ _ That [Am] you're waving from the back roads [C] by the rivers of my [Am] memory
And smiling ever gentle on [G] my mind _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Roy Clark. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Gm] walk _ _ _
_ _ That makes me tend to [G] leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind [F] your couch _ _
_ _ And [F] it's knowing I'm not shackled by [Dm] forgotten words and bombs
And the ink stains that have dried up on [Gm] some line
_ _ _ _ That keeps you in the [G] back roads by [Gm] the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on [F] my mind _ _
_ _ It's not clinging to the rocks in Ivy Planet on their columns now [Gm] that bind me _ _
_ _ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought [C] we fit together [F] walking _ _
_ _ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad [Gm] track and find
_ _ _ _ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [C] memory
Or ours, you're just gentle [F] on my mind _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Through the wheat fields and [G] the clothes lines and [Em] the junkyards and the highways come [Em] between us _
_ _ _ [Am] And some other woman crying to her [Am] mother cause she turned and [G] I was gone _
_ _ _ I still may run in silence, tears of [G] joy might stain my face
And the summer sun may burn me till I'm [Em] blind _ _ _ _ _
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the [D] back roads by the rivers
[D] Flowing gentle [G] on my mind _
_ _ _ I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling, crackling, cauldron [Am] in some train yard _
_ _ My beds are rough and coal piled and a dirty [D] hat pulled low [G] across my face _
[D] _ _ _ Brew cup cans round a tin can I pretend to hold [G] you to my [Am] breast and find _ _
_ _ That you're waving from the back roads [G] by the rivers of [Am] my memory
And smiling ever gentle on [G] my mind
_ _ _ _ That [Am] you're waving from the back roads [C] by the rivers of my [Am] memory
And smiling ever gentle on [G] my mind _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _