Chords for Waylon Jennings - Gentle on My Mind
Tempo:
102.3 bpm
Chords used:
D
Em
G
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
It's knowing that your door is [Bm] always open and [D] your path is free [Em] to walk.
That makes me [G] tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your [D] couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up on [Em] some line.
That keeps you [Eb] in the back [G] roads by the rivers of my memory, keeps you ever [D] gentle on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted on [D] their columns now [Em] that finds me.
Or something that [G] somebody said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find.
That you're moving on the back [G] roads by the rivers [A] of my memory [G] and for [A] hours you're just gentle [D] on my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines [Bm] and the junkyards and [D] the highways come [Em] to queens.
And some other [G] woman's crying to her mother cause [A] she turned and I [D] was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of [Bm] joy might stain [D] my face and the summer sun might burn me till I'm [Em]
blind.
But not to where I [G] cannot see you walking [A] on the back [Em] roads by the rivers [A] flowing gentle [D] on my mind.
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron [Em] in some train yard.
My beard a [G] ruffling coal pile [Em] and a dirty hat [A] full low across [D] my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find.
That you're waving from [G] the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory [Em] and forever you're [A] just gentle on [D] my mind.
It's knowing that your door is [Bm] always open and [D] your path is free [Em] to walk.
That makes me [G] tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your [D] couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up on [Em] some line.
That keeps you [Eb] in the back [G] roads by the rivers of my memory, keeps you ever [D] gentle on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted on [D] their columns now [Em] that finds me.
Or something that [G] somebody said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find.
That you're moving on the back [G] roads by the rivers [A] of my memory [G] and for [A] hours you're just gentle [D] on my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines [Bm] and the junkyards and [D] the highways come [Em] to queens.
And some other [G] woman's crying to her mother cause [A] she turned and I [D] was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of [Bm] joy might stain [D] my face and the summer sun might burn me till I'm [Em]
blind.
But not to where I [G] cannot see you walking [A] on the back [Em] roads by the rivers [A] flowing gentle [D] on my mind.
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron [Em] in some train yard.
My beard a [G] ruffling coal pile [Em] and a dirty hat [A] full low across [D] my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find.
That you're waving from [G] the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory [Em] and forever you're [A] just gentle on [D] my mind.
Key:
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Em
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A
Bm
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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It's knowing that your door is [Bm] always open and [D] your path is free [Em] to walk. _ _ _ _ _
That makes me [G] tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your [D] couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up on [Em] some line. _
_ _ _ _ That keeps you [Eb] in the back [G] roads by the rivers of my memory, keeps you ever [D] gentle on my mind. _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted on [D] their columns now [Em] that finds me. _ _ _
_ Or something that [G] somebody said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking. _ _ _ _
_ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find.
_ _ _ _ _ That you're moving on the back [G] roads by the rivers [A] of my memory [G] and for [A] hours you're just gentle [D] on my mind. _ _
_ Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines [Bm] and the junkyards and [D] the highways come [Em] to queens. _ _ _ _
_ And some other [G] woman's crying to her mother cause [A] she turned and I [D] was gone. _ _ _
_ I still might run in silence, tears of [Bm] joy might stain [D] my face and the summer sun might burn me till I'm [Em]
blind.
_ _ _ _ But not to where I [G] cannot see you walking [A] on the back [Em] roads by the rivers [A] flowing gentle [D] on my mind. _ _ _
_ I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron [Em] in some train yard. _ _ _
_ My beard a [G] ruffling coal pile [Em] and a dirty hat [A] full low across [D] my face. _ _ _ _
_ Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find. _ _ _ _
That you're waving from [G] the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory [Em] and forever you're [A] just gentle on [D] my mind.
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It's knowing that your door is [Bm] always open and [D] your path is free [Em] to walk. _ _ _ _ _
That makes me [G] tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your [D] couch. _ _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up on [Em] some line. _
_ _ _ _ That keeps you [Eb] in the back [G] roads by the rivers of my memory, keeps you ever [D] gentle on my mind. _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted on [D] their columns now [Em] that finds me. _ _ _
_ Or something that [G] somebody said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking. _ _ _ _
_ It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find.
_ _ _ _ _ That you're moving on the back [G] roads by the rivers [A] of my memory [G] and for [A] hours you're just gentle [D] on my mind. _ _
_ Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines [Bm] and the junkyards and [D] the highways come [Em] to queens. _ _ _ _
_ And some other [G] woman's crying to her mother cause [A] she turned and I [D] was gone. _ _ _
_ I still might run in silence, tears of [Bm] joy might stain [D] my face and the summer sun might burn me till I'm [Em]
blind.
_ _ _ _ But not to where I [G] cannot see you walking [A] on the back [Em] roads by the rivers [A] flowing gentle [D] on my mind. _ _ _
_ I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron [Em] in some train yard. _ _ _
_ My beard a [G] ruffling coal pile [Em] and a dirty hat [A] full low across [D] my face. _ _ _ _
_ Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find. _ _ _ _
That you're waving from [G] the back roads by the rivers of [A] my memory [Em] and forever you're [A] just gentle on [D] my mind.
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