Gentle On My Mind Chords by Elvis Presley
Tempo:
95.9 bpm
Chords used:
E
F#m
B
C#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
It's knowing that your door is [C#m] always open, [E] and your path [F#m] is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled [B] up and stashed [E] behind your couch
It's knowing I'm [G#m] not shackled [C#m] by forgotten [E] words and bonds
I have the heat stains that have dried up [F#m] over summer love
That keeps you [F#] in the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] It keeps [B] you ever driven alone [E] by the mind
It's not clinging through the rocks in our very planet
Or their colors [F#m] in our woodworking room
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought [B] we'd fit in [E] together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven
When I walk along some river, [F#m] swagging, swagging
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#] And for hours [B] you'll just jiggle [E] and mime
Though the wheat fields and the coal [C#m] plans
And the junkyards and [E] the highways come [F#m] between us
And some other woman's [F#] crying to her mother
Cause [B] she turned and [E] I was gone
I still might [G#m] run in the south, [C#m] tears that show my [E] stain, my face
And the summer sun might burn me [F#m] till I'm blind
But not to [F#] where I cannot [F#m] see you walking [B] the back [F#] roads
By the rivers [B] of flowing gentle on [E] my mind
I dip my cup [G#m] of soup back from [C#m] a gurgling, [E] croaking cauldron into [F#m] some train yard
My beardy rug and coal pile and a dirty hat [B] would blow across [E] my face
Through cupped hands [G#m] around a tin can [C#m] I pretend to [E] hold you till my [F#m] breath stands fine
That you're waving from the [F] back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] Ever smiling, [B] ever jiggling on my [E] mind
It's knowing that your door is [C#m] always open, [E] and your path [F#m] is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled [B] up and stashed [E] behind your couch
It's knowing I'm [G#m] not shackled [C#m] by forgotten [E] words and bonds
I have the heat stains that have dried up [F#m] over summer love
That keeps you [F#] in the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] It keeps [B] you ever driven alone [E] by the mind
It's not clinging through the rocks in our very planet
Or their colors [F#m] in our woodworking room
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought [B] we'd fit in [E] together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven
When I walk along some river, [F#m] swagging, swagging
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#] And for hours [B] you'll just jiggle [E] and mime
Though the wheat fields and the coal [C#m] plans
And the junkyards and [E] the highways come [F#m] between us
And some other woman's [F#] crying to her mother
Cause [B] she turned and [E] I was gone
I still might [G#m] run in the south, [C#m] tears that show my [E] stain, my face
And the summer sun might burn me [F#m] till I'm blind
But not to [F#] where I cannot [F#m] see you walking [B] the back [F#] roads
By the rivers [B] of flowing gentle on [E] my mind
I dip my cup [G#m] of soup back from [C#m] a gurgling, [E] croaking cauldron into [F#m] some train yard
My beardy rug and coal pile and a dirty hat [B] would blow across [E] my face
Through cupped hands [G#m] around a tin can [C#m] I pretend to [E] hold you till my [F#m] breath stands fine
That you're waving from the [F] back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] Ever smiling, [B] ever jiggling on my [E] mind
Key:
E
F#m
B
C#m
F#
E
F#m
B
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ It's knowing that your door is [C#m] always open, [E] and your path [F#m] is free to walk
That _ _ _ _ _ makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled [B] up and stashed [E] behind your couch _
It's _ _ _ knowing I'm [G#m] not shackled [C#m] by forgotten [E] words and bonds
I have the heat stains that have dried up [F#m] over summer love _ _ _ _
_ That keeps you [F#] in the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] It keeps [B] you ever driven alone [E] by the mind
_ _ It's _ not clinging through the rocks in our very planet
Or their colors [F#m] in our woodworking room _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought [B] we'd fit in [E] together walking _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven
When I walk along some river, [F#m] swagging, _ swagging
_ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#] And for hours [B] you'll just jiggle [E] and _ mime _ _ _
Though the wheat fields and the coal [C#m] plans
And the junkyards and [E] the highways come [F#m] between us _ _ _
And some other woman's [F#] crying to her mother
Cause [B] she turned and [E] I was gone
I _ _ _ _ still might [G#m] run in the south, [C#m] tears that show my [E] stain, my face
And the summer sun might burn me [F#m] till I'm blind
_ _ _ _ But not to [F#] where I cannot [F#m] see you walking [B] the back [F#] roads
By the rivers [B] of flowing gentle on [E] my mind
_ I _ _ dip my cup [G#m] of soup back from [C#m] a gurgling, [E] croaking cauldron into [F#m] some train yard _ _
My _ beardy rug and coal pile and a dirty hat [B] would blow across [E] my face _ _ _
_ _ Through cupped hands [G#m] around a tin can [C#m] I pretend to [E] hold you till my [F#m] breath stands _ fine _
_ _ That you're waving from the [F] back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] Ever smiling, [B] ever jiggling on my [E] mind _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ It's knowing that your door is [C#m] always open, [E] and your path [F#m] is free to walk
That _ _ _ _ _ makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled [B] up and stashed [E] behind your couch _
It's _ _ _ knowing I'm [G#m] not shackled [C#m] by forgotten [E] words and bonds
I have the heat stains that have dried up [F#m] over summer love _ _ _ _
_ That keeps you [F#] in the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] It keeps [B] you ever driven alone [E] by the mind
_ _ It's _ not clinging through the rocks in our very planet
Or their colors [F#m] in our woodworking room _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought [B] we'd fit in [E] together walking _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursed or forgiven
When I walk along some river, [F#m] swagging, _ swagging
_ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory
[F#] And for hours [B] you'll just jiggle [E] and _ mime _ _ _
Though the wheat fields and the coal [C#m] plans
And the junkyards and [E] the highways come [F#m] between us _ _ _
And some other woman's [F#] crying to her mother
Cause [B] she turned and [E] I was gone
I _ _ _ _ still might [G#m] run in the south, [C#m] tears that show my [E] stain, my face
And the summer sun might burn me [F#m] till I'm blind
_ _ _ _ But not to [F#] where I cannot [F#m] see you walking [B] the back [F#] roads
By the rivers [B] of flowing gentle on [E] my mind
_ I _ _ dip my cup [G#m] of soup back from [C#m] a gurgling, [E] croaking cauldron into [F#m] some train yard _ _
My _ beardy rug and coal pile and a dirty hat [B] would blow across [E] my face _ _ _
_ _ Through cupped hands [G#m] around a tin can [C#m] I pretend to [E] hold you till my [F#m] breath stands _ fine _
_ _ That you're waving from the [F] back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory
[F#m] Ever smiling, [B] ever jiggling on my [E] mind _ _ _ _ _ _
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