Gentle on my mind Glen Campbell with Lyrics. Chords
Tempo:
111.9 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Fm
Bb
Cm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It's knowing that your [Eb] door is always [Cm] open and [Eb] your path is free [Fm] to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled [Bb] up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled [Cm] by forgotten [Eb] words and bonds and the ink stains that are
[Eb] dried upon [Fm] some lines.
That keeps you in the back roads [Fm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
It keeps you ever gentle on [Eb] my mind.
It's not clinging to the [Eb] rocks and ivy [Cm] planted on their [Eb] columns now that [Fm] bind me.
Or something that [C] somebody said [C] because they thought [Bb] we fit together [Eb] walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad [Fm] track and find.
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my memory [Fm] and for hours you're just
[Bb] gentle on [Eb] my mind.
Though the wheat fields [Eb] and the clothes lines and the junk yards and the highways come [Fm] between
us and some other woman's crying to her mother cause [Bb] she turned and [Eb] I was gone.
I still might run in [Gm] silence, tears of [Cm] joy might stain my [Eb] face and a summer sun might
burn me till [Fm] I'm blind.
But not to where [C] I cannot see [Fm] you walking on the [Bb] back roads by the rivers flowing [Bb] gentle
on [Eb] my mind.
I dip my couple [Gm] suit back from [Cm] a gurgling [Eb] crackling cauldron in [F] some [Fm] train yard.
My beard a roughening faux pile and a dirty hat [Bb] full load across [Eb] my face.
Through cupped hands round the tin can [Cm] I pretend to hold [Eb] you to my breast [Fm] and find.
That you're waiting from the back roads [Cm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory [Fm] ever smiling [Bb] ever
gentle [Eb] on my mind.
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That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled [Bb] up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled [Cm] by forgotten [Eb] words and bonds and the ink stains that are
[Eb] dried upon [Fm] some lines.
That keeps you in the back roads [Fm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
It keeps you ever gentle on [Eb] my mind.
It's not clinging to the [Eb] rocks and ivy [Cm] planted on their [Eb] columns now that [Fm] bind me.
Or something that [C] somebody said [C] because they thought [Bb] we fit together [Eb] walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad [Fm] track and find.
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my memory [Fm] and for hours you're just
[Bb] gentle on [Eb] my mind.
Though the wheat fields [Eb] and the clothes lines and the junk yards and the highways come [Fm] between
us and some other woman's crying to her mother cause [Bb] she turned and [Eb] I was gone.
I still might run in [Gm] silence, tears of [Cm] joy might stain my [Eb] face and a summer sun might
burn me till [Fm] I'm blind.
But not to where [C] I cannot see [Fm] you walking on the [Bb] back roads by the rivers flowing [Bb] gentle
on [Eb] my mind.
I dip my couple [Gm] suit back from [Cm] a gurgling [Eb] crackling cauldron in [F] some [Fm] train yard.
My beard a roughening faux pile and a dirty hat [Bb] full load across [Eb] my face.
Through cupped hands round the tin can [Cm] I pretend to hold [Eb] you to my breast [Fm] and find.
That you're waiting from the back roads [Cm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory [Fm] ever smiling [Bb] ever
gentle [Eb] on my mind.
[N]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your [Eb] door is always [Cm] open and [Eb] your path is free [Fm] to walk.
_ _ _ _ _ That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled [Bb] up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch.
_ _ _ _ _ And it's knowing I'm not shackled [Cm] by forgotten [Eb] words and bonds and the ink stains that are
[Eb] dried upon [Fm] some lines. _ _
_ _ That keeps you in the back roads [Fm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
It keeps you ever gentle on [Eb] my mind. _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the [Eb] rocks and ivy [Cm] planted on their [Eb] columns now that [Fm] bind me. _ _ _ _
Or something that [C] somebody said [C] because they thought [Bb] we fit together [Eb] walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad [Fm] track and find. _
_ _ _ _ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my memory [Fm] and for hours you're just
[Bb] gentle on [Eb] my mind. _ _ _ _
Though the wheat fields [Eb] and the clothes lines and the junk yards and the highways come [Fm] between
us and _ _ _ some other woman's crying to her mother cause [Bb] she turned and [Eb] I was gone. _ _ _ _
_ I still might run in [Gm] silence, tears of [Cm] joy might stain my [Eb] face and a summer sun might
burn me till [Fm] I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ But not to where [C] I cannot see [Fm] you walking on the [Bb] back roads by the rivers flowing [Bb] gentle
on [Eb] my mind. _ _
_ _ I dip my couple [Gm] suit back from [Cm] a gurgling [Eb] crackling cauldron in [F] some [Fm] train yard. _ _
_ _ My beard a roughening faux pile and a dirty hat [Bb] full load across [Eb] my face. _ _ _
_ _ Through cupped hands round the tin can [Cm] I pretend to hold [Eb] you to my breast [Fm] and find. _ _ _
_ That you're waiting from the back roads [Cm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory [Fm] ever smiling [Bb] ever
gentle [Eb] on my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your [Eb] door is always [Cm] open and [Eb] your path is free [Fm] to walk.
_ _ _ _ _ That makes me tend to leave my [C] sleeping bag rolled [Bb] up and stashed [Eb] behind your couch.
_ _ _ _ _ And it's knowing I'm not shackled [Cm] by forgotten [Eb] words and bonds and the ink stains that are
[Eb] dried upon [Fm] some lines. _ _
_ _ That keeps you in the back roads [Fm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory.
It keeps you ever gentle on [Eb] my mind. _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the [Eb] rocks and ivy [Cm] planted on their [Eb] columns now that [Fm] bind me. _ _ _ _
Or something that [C] somebody said [C] because they thought [Bb] we fit together [Eb] walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
some railroad [Fm] track and find. _
_ _ _ _ That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [Bb] of my memory [Fm] and for hours you're just
[Bb] gentle on [Eb] my mind. _ _ _ _
Though the wheat fields [Eb] and the clothes lines and the junk yards and the highways come [Fm] between
us and _ _ _ some other woman's crying to her mother cause [Bb] she turned and [Eb] I was gone. _ _ _ _
_ I still might run in [Gm] silence, tears of [Cm] joy might stain my [Eb] face and a summer sun might
burn me till [Fm] I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ But not to where [C] I cannot see [Fm] you walking on the [Bb] back roads by the rivers flowing [Bb] gentle
on [Eb] my mind. _ _
_ _ I dip my couple [Gm] suit back from [Cm] a gurgling [Eb] crackling cauldron in [F] some [Fm] train yard. _ _
_ _ My beard a roughening faux pile and a dirty hat [Bb] full load across [Eb] my face. _ _ _
_ _ Through cupped hands round the tin can [Cm] I pretend to hold [Eb] you to my breast [Fm] and find. _ _ _
_ That you're waiting from the back roads [Cm] by the rivers of [Bb] my memory [Fm] ever smiling [Bb] ever
gentle [Eb] on my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _
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