Chords for Elvis Presley - Gentle On My Mind (unreleased take)
Tempo:
94.55 bpm
Chords used:
F
Gm
C
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [E] [F]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path [Gm] is free.
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag full and I've been [C] stashed [F] by your couch.
It's knowing I'm [Am] not shackled [F] by forgotten words and bonds.
I make things out of dried [Gm] up books of my mind.
Keeps you in the back rows above the river [C] from my memory.
[Gm] Keeps you ever [C] gentle, oh [F] my love.
It's not playing tricks with rocks that I've laid down on the ground.
[Gm]
Or something that somebody said because they thought [C] we fit together.
[F]
It's just knowing that the world [F] ought to be stripped off the village when I walk along some road.
[Gm]
Kept you moving on the back roads by the rivers of [C] my memory.
And for hours you're just in [F]
my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Gm] come between us.
And some other woman's crying to her boy for [C] she'd be hurtin' when [F] I was gone.
I still might run in silence.
[Dm] I fear that your [F] match may be my face.
And the summer sun might burn me [Gm] to the ground.
But not to where I cannot see.
Walking in [C] the back roads [Gm] by the rivers of flowing, [C] gentle, [F] oh my love.
I'd give my cup of soup back for my cousin if I can call to him.
[Gm] So, stranger.
I fear you're running cold hard and I'm turning [C] half-cold below.
[F]
Two cup cans around the tin can.
I pretend to hold it to my breast.
[Gm]
Kept you waving from the back roads by the rivers of my [C] memory.
And I'm [Gm] smiling [C] at the girl.
[F] [Ab]
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path [Gm] is free.
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag full and I've been [C] stashed [F] by your couch.
It's knowing I'm [Am] not shackled [F] by forgotten words and bonds.
I make things out of dried [Gm] up books of my mind.
Keeps you in the back rows above the river [C] from my memory.
[Gm] Keeps you ever [C] gentle, oh [F] my love.
It's not playing tricks with rocks that I've laid down on the ground.
[Gm]
Or something that somebody said because they thought [C] we fit together.
[F]
It's just knowing that the world [F] ought to be stripped off the village when I walk along some road.
[Gm]
Kept you moving on the back roads by the rivers of [C] my memory.
And for hours you're just in [F]
my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Gm] come between us.
And some other woman's crying to her boy for [C] she'd be hurtin' when [F] I was gone.
I still might run in silence.
[Dm] I fear that your [F] match may be my face.
And the summer sun might burn me [Gm] to the ground.
But not to where I cannot see.
Walking in [C] the back roads [Gm] by the rivers of flowing, [C] gentle, [F] oh my love.
I'd give my cup of soup back for my cousin if I can call to him.
[Gm] So, stranger.
I fear you're running cold hard and I'm turning [C] half-cold below.
[F]
Two cup cans around the tin can.
I pretend to hold it to my breast.
[Gm]
Kept you waving from the back roads by the rivers of my [C] memory.
And I'm [Gm] smiling [C] at the girl.
[F] [Ab]
Key:
F
Gm
C
A
E
F
Gm
C
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path [Gm] is free. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag full and I've been [C] stashed [F] by your couch. _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing I'm [Am] not shackled [F] by forgotten words and bonds.
I make things out of dried [Gm] up books of my mind.
_ _ _ _ Keeps you in the back rows above the river [C] from my memory.
_ [Gm] Keeps you ever [C] gentle, oh [F] my love. _ _ _ _
It's not playing tricks with rocks that I've laid down on the ground.
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought [C] we fit together.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world [F] ought to be stripped off the village when I walk along some road.
[Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Kept you moving on the back roads by the rivers of [C] my memory.
And for hours you're just in [F]
my mind.
_ _ _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Gm] come between us.
_ _ _ And some other woman's crying to her boy for [C] she'd be hurtin' when [F] I was gone.
_ _ _ _ _ I still might run in silence.
[Dm] I fear that your [F] match may be my face.
And the summer sun might burn me [Gm] to the ground. _ _ _ _
_ But not to where I cannot see.
Walking in [C] the back roads [Gm] by the rivers of flowing, [C] gentle, [F] oh my love. _
_ _ _ _ I'd give my cup of soup back for my cousin if I can call to him.
[Gm] So, stranger. _
I _ _ fear you're running cold hard and I'm turning [C] half-cold below.
[F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Two cup cans around the tin can.
I pretend to hold it to my breast.
[Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ Kept you waving from the back roads by the rivers of my [C] memory.
And I'm [Gm] smiling [C] at the girl.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path [Gm] is free. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag full and I've been [C] stashed [F] by your couch. _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing I'm [Am] not shackled [F] by forgotten words and bonds.
I make things out of dried [Gm] up books of my mind.
_ _ _ _ Keeps you in the back rows above the river [C] from my memory.
_ [Gm] Keeps you ever [C] gentle, oh [F] my love. _ _ _ _
It's not playing tricks with rocks that I've laid down on the ground.
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said because they thought [C] we fit together.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world [F] ought to be stripped off the village when I walk along some road.
[Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Kept you moving on the back roads by the rivers of [C] my memory.
And for hours you're just in [F]
my mind.
_ _ _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [Gm] come between us.
_ _ _ And some other woman's crying to her boy for [C] she'd be hurtin' when [F] I was gone.
_ _ _ _ _ I still might run in silence.
[Dm] I fear that your [F] match may be my face.
And the summer sun might burn me [Gm] to the ground. _ _ _ _
_ But not to where I cannot see.
Walking in [C] the back roads [Gm] by the rivers of flowing, [C] gentle, [F] oh my love. _
_ _ _ _ I'd give my cup of soup back for my cousin if I can call to him.
[Gm] So, stranger. _
I _ _ fear you're running cold hard and I'm turning [C] half-cold below.
[F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Two cup cans around the tin can.
I pretend to hold it to my breast.
[Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ Kept you waving from the back roads by the rivers of my [C] memory.
And I'm [Gm] smiling [C] at the girl.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _