Chords for Wayne Newton Gentle on my mind live 1972
Tempo:
131.35 bpm
Chords used:
Am
G
D
E
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
But here's the guy who really generates a certain special kind of excitement.
The kind of excitement you associate only with seeing performers appear in places like Las Vegas.
This guy really has it.
He's got that certain ingredient X that makes a star.
Here is Wayne Newton.
[Em] [E]
[G]
[D] It's knowing that your [G] doors always open and your path is [Am] free to walk.
That make me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [D] up and stashed [G] behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and some mean stings and dried up [Am] on some [E] blinds.
[Am]
That keep you on the back road by the river [D] of my memory.
[Am] That keep you [D] ever gentle on my mind.
Though the wheat fields [G] and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Am] come between us.
Saw a mother woman [Ab] crying to her mother [D] cause she turned and [G] I was gone.
And it's knowing that the world I'd be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Am] track and find.
You're moving on the back road by the river of my memory.
For hours you [D] just gentle on my mind.
Let me hear that five string banjo.
[G]
[E] [Am]
[D]
[G]
[Am] [E] [Am]
[E] [G] Bobby Thomas ladies and gentlemen.
I dip my cupboards from a rainbow in some tree.
I pierce a rough and [C] cold pile and a dirty [D] hat pulled down [G] across my face.
With cupped hands round the [E] tent can I pretend to hold you to [Am] my breast and mind.
You're moving on the back [Am] road by the river of my memory.
For hours you just [G] gentle on my mind.
[Am] You're moving on [C] the back road by [D] the river of my memory.
For hours you just [G] gentle on my mind.
That's it.
[N]
The kind of excitement you associate only with seeing performers appear in places like Las Vegas.
This guy really has it.
He's got that certain ingredient X that makes a star.
Here is Wayne Newton.
[Em] [E]
[G]
[D] It's knowing that your [G] doors always open and your path is [Am] free to walk.
That make me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [D] up and stashed [G] behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and some mean stings and dried up [Am] on some [E] blinds.
[Am]
That keep you on the back road by the river [D] of my memory.
[Am] That keep you [D] ever gentle on my mind.
Though the wheat fields [G] and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Am] come between us.
Saw a mother woman [Ab] crying to her mother [D] cause she turned and [G] I was gone.
And it's knowing that the world I'd be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Am] track and find.
You're moving on the back road by the river of my memory.
For hours you [D] just gentle on my mind.
Let me hear that five string banjo.
[G]
[E] [Am]
[D]
[G]
[Am] [E] [Am]
[E] [G] Bobby Thomas ladies and gentlemen.
I dip my cupboards from a rainbow in some tree.
I pierce a rough and [C] cold pile and a dirty [D] hat pulled down [G] across my face.
With cupped hands round the [E] tent can I pretend to hold you to [Am] my breast and mind.
You're moving on the back [Am] road by the river of my memory.
For hours you just [G] gentle on my mind.
[Am] You're moving on [C] the back road by [D] the river of my memory.
For hours you just [G] gentle on my mind.
That's it.
[N]
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But here's the guy who really generates a certain special kind of excitement.
The kind of excitement you associate only with seeing performers appear in places like Las Vegas.
This guy really has it.
He's got that certain ingredient X that makes a star.
Here is Wayne Newton. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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[D] _ _ _ It's knowing that your [G] doors always open and your path is [Am] free to walk. _ _ _
_ That make me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [D] up and stashed [G] behind your couch. _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and some mean stings and dried up [Am] on some [E] blinds.
_ [Am] _
_ That keep you on the back road by the river [D] of my memory.
[Am] That keep you [D] ever gentle on my mind. _
_ _ _ Though the wheat fields [G] and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Am] come between us. _ _ _
_ Saw a mother woman [Ab] crying to her mother [D] cause she turned and [G] I was gone. _ _ _
And it's knowing that the world I'd be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Am] track and find. _ _ _
_ You're moving on the back road by the river of my memory.
For hours you [D] just gentle on my mind.
Let me hear that five string banjo.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _
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_ [E] _ _ _ [G] Bobby Thomas ladies and gentlemen.
_ _ I dip my cupboards from a rainbow in some tree. _ _ _ _
_ I pierce a rough and [C] cold pile and a dirty [D] hat pulled down [G] across my face. _ _ _ _
With cupped hands round the [E] tent can I pretend to hold you to [Am] my breast and mind.
_ _ _ You're moving on the back [Am] road by the river of my memory.
For hours you just [G] gentle on my mind. _ _ _ _
[Am] You're moving on [C] the back road by [D] the river of my memory.
For hours you just [G] gentle on my _ mind.
_ That's it. _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The kind of excitement you associate only with seeing performers appear in places like Las Vegas.
This guy really has it.
He's got that certain ingredient X that makes a star.
Here is Wayne Newton. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ It's knowing that your [G] doors always open and your path is [Am] free to walk. _ _ _
_ That make me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [D] up and stashed [G] behind your couch. _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and some mean stings and dried up [Am] on some [E] blinds.
_ [Am] _
_ That keep you on the back road by the river [D] of my memory.
[Am] That keep you [D] ever gentle on my mind. _
_ _ _ Though the wheat fields [G] and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Am] come between us. _ _ _
_ Saw a mother woman [Ab] crying to her mother [D] cause she turned and [G] I was gone. _ _ _
And it's knowing that the world I'd be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Am] track and find. _ _ _
_ You're moving on the back road by the river of my memory.
For hours you [D] just gentle on my mind.
Let me hear that five string banjo.
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [G] Bobby Thomas ladies and gentlemen.
_ _ I dip my cupboards from a rainbow in some tree. _ _ _ _
_ I pierce a rough and [C] cold pile and a dirty [D] hat pulled down [G] across my face. _ _ _ _
With cupped hands round the [E] tent can I pretend to hold you to [Am] my breast and mind.
_ _ _ You're moving on the back [Am] road by the river of my memory.
For hours you just [G] gentle on my mind. _ _ _ _
[Am] You're moving on [C] the back road by [D] the river of my memory.
For hours you just [G] gentle on my _ mind.
_ That's it. _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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