Chords for Brothers of the Heart - Gentle On My Mind (Live At Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, TN, 2022)
Tempo:
104 bpm
Chords used:
Em
A
D
B
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk.
That makes me [Eb] tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up [A] and [D] stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up [Em] on some lines.
That keeps you [Eb] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] That keeps you [A] ever [D] gentle on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivies planted on their columns [Em] now that bind me.
Or something that [B]
somebody [Em] said because they thought [Gbm] 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 [B] on the back roads [Em] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] And for hours you're [A] just gentle [D] on my mind.
[Em]
[B]
[Em] [A] [D]
[Em]
[B] [Em] [A]
[Em] [A] [D]
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Em] come between us.
And some other [B] woman's crying to [Em] her mother cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone.
I still might run in silence.
Tears of joy might stain my face.
And the summer sun might burn me till [Em] I'm blind.
But not to where [B] I cannot see [Em] you walking [A] on the back roads [Em] by the rivers slow [A] and gentle
[D] on my mind.
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
My beard a [B] rustling coal [Em] pile and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find.
That you're waving [B] from the back roads [Em] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Ever smiling [A] ever gentle [D] on my mind.
[E]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk.
That makes me [Eb] tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up [A] and [D] stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up [Em] on some lines.
That keeps you [Eb] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] That keeps you [A] ever [D] gentle on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivies planted on their columns [Em] now that bind me.
Or something that [B]
somebody [Em] said because they thought [Gbm] 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 [B] on the back roads [Em] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] And for hours you're [A] just gentle [D] on my mind.
[Em]
[B]
[Em] [A] [D]
[Em]
[B] [Em] [A]
[Em] [A] [D]
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Em] come between us.
And some other [B] woman's crying to [Em] her mother cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone.
I still might run in silence.
Tears of joy might stain my face.
And the summer sun might burn me till [Em] I'm blind.
But not to where [B] I cannot see [Em] you walking [A] on the back roads [Em] by the rivers slow [A] and gentle
[D] on my mind.
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
My beard a [B] rustling coal [Em] pile and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face.
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find.
That you're waving [B] from the back roads [Em] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Ever smiling [A] ever gentle [D] on my mind.
[E]
Key:
Em
A
D
B
G
Em
A
D
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk. _ _ _
_ _ That makes me [Eb] tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up [A] and [D] stashed behind your couch. _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up [Em] on some lines. _ _
_ _ That keeps you [Eb] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] That keeps you [A] ever [D] gentle on my mind.
_ _ _ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and ivies planted on their columns [Em] now that bind me. _ _
_ _ Or something that [B]
somebody [Em] said because they thought [Gbm] 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 [B] on the back roads [Em] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] And for hours you're [A] just gentle [D] on my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Em] come between us. _
_ _ _ _ And some other [B] woman's crying to [Em] her mother cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone. _ _ _
_ _ I still might run in silence.
Tears of joy might stain my face.
And the summer sun might burn me till [Em] I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ But not to where [B] I cannot see [Em] you walking [A] on the back roads [Em] by the rivers slow [A] and gentle
[D] on my mind. _ _ _ _
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
_ _ _ My beard a [B] rustling coal [Em] pile and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face. _ _
_ _ Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find. _ _ _ _
That you're waving [B] from the back roads [Em] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Ever smiling [A] ever gentle [D] on my mind. _ _
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_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Em] to walk. _ _ _
_ _ That makes me [Eb] tend to leave my [G] sleeping bag rolled up [A] and [D] stashed behind your couch. _ _ _ _
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have
dried up [Em] on some lines. _ _
_ _ That keeps you [Eb] in the back roads [G] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] That keeps you [A] ever [D] gentle on my mind.
_ _ _ _ It's not clinging to the rocks and ivies planted on their columns [Em] now that bind me. _ _
_ _ Or something that [B]
somebody [Em] said because they thought [Gbm] 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 [B] on the back roads [Em] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] And for hours you're [A] just gentle [D] on my mind.
_ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Em] come between us. _
_ _ _ _ And some other [B] woman's crying to [Em] her mother cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone. _ _ _
_ _ I still might run in silence.
Tears of joy might stain my face.
And the summer sun might burn me till [Em] I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ But not to where [B] I cannot see [Em] you walking [A] on the back roads [Em] by the rivers slow [A] and gentle
[D] on my mind. _ _ _ _
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in [Em] some train yard.
_ _ _ My beard a [B] rustling coal [Em] pile and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face. _ _
_ _ Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my [Em] breast and find. _ _ _ _
That you're waving [B] from the back roads [Em] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Ever smiling [A] ever gentle [D] on my mind. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
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