Chords for 1945 Martin 000-18 demonstrated by Molly Tuttle | "Gentle on My Mind"
Tempo:
135.95 bpm
Chords used:
A
Bm
F#m
E
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N]
[A]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Bm] walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [A] behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon [Bm] some lie
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And keeps you ever gentle [A] on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that [Bm] binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we'd fit together [A] walking
It's just knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon [Bm] some lie
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle [A] on my mind
[E]
[F#m] [A] [D]
[Bm]
[A]
[E] [F#m]
[G#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[A]
[Bm] [A]
Through the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come [Bm] between us
And some other [F#m] woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I was [A] gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sunlight burn me till I'm [Bm] blind
But not to where I cannot see you waving on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle [A] on my mind
I tip my copper suit back from a gurgling crackling cauldron and [Bm] some train yard
My beard rough and in a coal pile and a dirty half old low [A] across my face
Through a copped hand around a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Bm] and fight
That you waving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle [A] on my mind
[B] [Bm]
[A]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Bm] walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [A] behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon [Bm] some lie
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And keeps you ever gentle [A] on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that [Bm] binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we'd fit together [A] walking
It's just knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon [Bm] some lie
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle [A] on my mind
[E]
[F#m] [A] [D]
[Bm]
[A]
[E] [F#m]
[G#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[A]
[Bm] [A]
Through the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come [Bm] between us
And some other [F#m] woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I was [A] gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sunlight burn me till I'm [Bm] blind
But not to where I cannot see you waving on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle [A] on my mind
I tip my copper suit back from a gurgling crackling cauldron and [Bm] some train yard
My beard rough and in a coal pile and a dirty half old low [A] across my face
Through a copped hand around a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Bm] and fight
That you waving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle [A] on my mind
[B] [Bm]
Key:
A
Bm
F#m
E
D
A
Bm
F#m
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Bm] _ walk _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [A] behind your couch _ _ _ _
_ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon [Bm] some lie _ _ _ _ _
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And keeps you ever gentle [A] on my mind
_ It's _ _ not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that [Bm] binds me _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought we'd fit together [A] walking _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon [Bm] some lie
That _ _ _ _ keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle [A] on my mind _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Through the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come [Bm] between us _ _ _ _
And some other [F#m] woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I was [A] gone
I _ _ _ still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sunlight burn me till I'm [Bm] blind _ _ _ _ _
But not to where I cannot see you waving on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle [A] on my mind
_ _ _ _ _ I tip my copper suit back from a gurgling crackling cauldron and [Bm] some train yard
_ _ _ _ My beard rough and in a coal pile and a dirty half old low [A] across my face _ _ _ _ _
Through a copped hand around a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Bm] and fight _ _ _ _
_ That you waving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle [A] on my mind _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to [Bm] _ walk _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed [A] behind your couch _ _ _ _
_ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon [Bm] some lie _ _ _ _ _
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And keeps you ever gentle [A] on my mind
_ It's _ _ not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that [Bm] binds me _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought we'd fit together [A] walking _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon [Bm] some lie
That _ _ _ _ keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle [A] on my mind _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Through the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come [Bm] between us _ _ _ _
And some other [F#m] woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I was [A] gone
I _ _ _ still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sunlight burn me till I'm [Bm] blind _ _ _ _ _
But not to where I cannot see you waving on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle [A] on my mind
_ _ _ _ _ I tip my copper suit back from a gurgling crackling cauldron and [Bm] some train yard
_ _ _ _ My beard rough and in a coal pile and a dirty half old low [A] across my face _ _ _ _ _
Through a copped hand around a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast [Bm] and fight _ _ _ _
_ That you waving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle [A] on my mind _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _