Gentle on My Mind Chords by Dean Martin
Tempo:
96.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
F#m
Em
A
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [F#m] [D]
It's knowing that your [F#m] door is [D] always open and your path is [Em] free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [A] stashed [D] behind your couch
[F#m] And [D]
it's knowing I'm not shackled [Bm] by forgotten [D] words and bonds and the ink stains that have [F#m] dried up [Em] on some lines
It keeps you in a back row by the rivers of my memory
It keeps [A] you ever jitter on the [D] mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me
Or something that somebody said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing nor forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find
Moving on a back road by the rivers of my memory and for hours [A] you're just gentle [D] on the mind
[A#] But [D#] I get my cup of soup back [Cm] from the gurgling [D#] crack and called them [Fm] in some train yawn
My bed a [C] ruffin coal pile [Fm] and a dirty hat [A#] pull low [D#] across my face
[B] [E]
Cup hands round a tin can I pretend I'll hold you to my [F#m] breast and find
That you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory ever smiling [B] ever gentle on [E] the mind
[F#m]
[B]
It's knowing that your [F#m] door is [D] always open and your path is [Em] free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [A] stashed [D] behind your couch
[F#m] And [D]
it's knowing I'm not shackled [Bm] by forgotten [D] words and bonds and the ink stains that have [F#m] dried up [Em] on some lines
It keeps you in a back row by the rivers of my memory
It keeps [A] you ever jitter on the [D] mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me
Or something that somebody said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing nor forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find
Moving on a back road by the rivers of my memory and for hours [A] you're just gentle [D] on the mind
[A#] But [D#] I get my cup of soup back [Cm] from the gurgling [D#] crack and called them [Fm] in some train yawn
My bed a [C] ruffin coal pile [Fm] and a dirty hat [A#] pull low [D#] across my face
[B] [E]
Cup hands round a tin can I pretend I'll hold you to my [F#m] breast and find
That you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory ever smiling [B] ever gentle on [E] the mind
[F#m]
[B]
Key:
D
F#m
Em
A
D#
D
F#m
Em
[D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _
It's knowing that your [F#m] door is [D] always open and your path is [Em] free to walk _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [A] stashed [D] behind your couch
[F#m] And [D] _ _ _
it's knowing I'm not shackled [Bm] by forgotten [D] words and bonds and the ink stains that have [F#m] dried up [Em] on some lines _
It _ _ _ keeps you in a back row by the rivers of my memory
It keeps [A] you ever jitter on the [D] mind
_ It's _ _ not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me
Or _ _ _ something that somebody said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking
_ _ It's _ just knowing that the world will not be cursing nor forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find _ _
_ _ _ _ Moving on a back road by the rivers of my memory and for hours [A] you're just gentle [D] on the mind
_ [A#] But _ _ [D#] I get my cup of soup back [Cm] from the gurgling [D#] crack and called them [Fm] in some train _ yawn _ _
My bed a [C] ruffin coal pile [Fm] and a dirty hat [A#] pull low [D#] across my face
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
Cup hands round a tin can I pretend I'll hold you to my [F#m] breast and find
_ That _ _ you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory ever smiling [B] ever gentle on [E] the mind _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
It's knowing that your [F#m] door is [D] always open and your path is [Em] free to walk _ _ _ _ _
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and [A] stashed [D] behind your couch
[F#m] And [D] _ _ _
it's knowing I'm not shackled [Bm] by forgotten [D] words and bonds and the ink stains that have [F#m] dried up [Em] on some lines _
It _ _ _ keeps you in a back row by the rivers of my memory
It keeps [A] you ever jitter on the [D] mind
_ It's _ _ not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me
Or _ _ _ something that somebody said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking
_ _ It's _ just knowing that the world will not be cursing nor forgiving when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find _ _
_ _ _ _ Moving on a back road by the rivers of my memory and for hours [A] you're just gentle [D] on the mind
_ [A#] But _ _ [D#] I get my cup of soup back [Cm] from the gurgling [D#] crack and called them [Fm] in some train _ yawn _ _
My bed a [C] ruffin coal pile [Fm] and a dirty hat [A#] pull low [D#] across my face
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
Cup hands round a tin can I pretend I'll hold you to my [F#m] breast and find
_ That _ _ you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory ever smiling [B] ever gentle on [E] the mind _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _