Chords for Dean Martin - "Gentle On My Mind" - LIVE
Tempo:
95.95 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
Db
Ab
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Ebm] to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [Ab] and stashed behind [Db] your couch.
Well, it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried up [Ebm] on some lines.
It keeps you to the rivers, memories, keeps you [Ab] on [Db] my mind.
Oh, it's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on our columns [Ebm] now they're buying me.
Or something that somebody said because they thought they fit [Db] together often.
It's knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find
that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours [Ab] you're just jelled [Db] on the line.
[A] I'm getting my [D] hands [Em] in some strange cars.
My beard a rough and cold [B] pile [G] and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face.
[Bb]
[Eb] Pretend I hold you to my [Fm] breast and sigh.
That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers smiling [Bb] every gentle on [Eb] my mind.
Lord, help me.
[N]
Well, this kid's got a beautiful throat.
Every time he shows his uvula, women faint.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [Ab] and stashed behind [Db] your couch.
Well, it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried up [Ebm] on some lines.
It keeps you to the rivers, memories, keeps you [Ab] on [Db] my mind.
Oh, it's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on our columns [Ebm] now they're buying me.
Or something that somebody said because they thought they fit [Db] together often.
It's knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find
that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours [Ab] you're just jelled [Db] on the line.
[A] I'm getting my [D] hands [Em] in some strange cars.
My beard a rough and cold [B] pile [G] and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face.
[Bb]
[Eb] Pretend I hold you to my [Fm] breast and sigh.
That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers smiling [Bb] every gentle on [Eb] my mind.
Lord, help me.
[N]
Well, this kid's got a beautiful throat.
Every time he shows his uvula, women faint.
Key:
Ebm
Db
Ab
A
D
Ebm
Db
Ab
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Ebm] to walk. _ _ _
_ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [Ab] and stashed behind [Db] your couch. _ _ _ _
Well, it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried up [Ebm] on some lines. _ _ _
It keeps you _ to the rivers, memories, keeps you [Ab] on [Db] my mind. _
_ _ _ _ Oh, it's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on our columns [Ebm] now they're buying me. _ _
_ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought they fit [Db] together often. _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find _ _ _
_ _ that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours [Ab] you're just jelled [Db] on the line. _
_ [A] _ I'm getting my [D] hands _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] in some strange cars. _ _
_ _ My beard a rough and cold [B] pile [G] and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ Pretend I hold you to my [Fm] breast and sigh. _
_ _ _ _ That you're waving from the back roads by _ _ the rivers smiling [Bb] every gentle on [Eb] my mind. _ _ _ _
Lord, help me. _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Well, this kid's got a beautiful throat.
Every time he shows his uvula, women faint. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free [Ebm] to walk. _ _ _
_ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [Ab] and stashed behind [Db] your couch. _ _ _ _
Well, it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried up [Ebm] on some lines. _ _ _
It keeps you _ to the rivers, memories, keeps you [Ab] on [Db] my mind. _
_ _ _ _ Oh, it's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on our columns [Ebm] now they're buying me. _ _
_ _ Or something that somebody said because they thought they fit [Db] together often. _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven when I walk along some railroad [Ebm] track and find _ _ _
_ _ that you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours [Ab] you're just jelled [Db] on the line. _
_ [A] _ I'm getting my [D] hands _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] in some strange cars. _ _
_ _ My beard a rough and cold [B] pile [G] and a dirty hat [A] pulled low [D] across my face.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ Pretend I hold you to my [Fm] breast and sigh. _
_ _ _ _ That you're waving from the back roads by _ _ the rivers smiling [Bb] every gentle on [Eb] my mind. _ _ _ _
Lord, help me. _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Well, this kid's got a beautiful throat.
Every time he shows his uvula, women faint. _ _