Chords for Gentle On My Mind - The Band Perry (Cover by Rachel Horter)
Tempo:
106.85 bpm
Chords used:
D
Em
A
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
My hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump.
My hump, my lovely lady.
Check it out.
Baby, baby, baby.
If you really want.
You should do a country version of my hump.
Yes!
That would be great.
I would never do that, Michael.
Really?
Are you serious?
Really?
Why not?
Have you heard the song?
I look like I'm 12.
That would not be appropriate.
Amen to that.
Anyway.
Oh, okay.
We got all that my hump stuff on video, huh?
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
Here we go.
That's why we make these videos.
That's [D] right.
It's knowing that your door is always open
and your path is [Em] free to walk.
That makes me [B] tend to leave
my [Bm] sleeping bag rolled [A] up
and stashed [D] behind your couch.
And it's knowing
I'm not shackled by
forgot words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried
upon [Em] some lines.
That keeps you [B] on
the back roads [Bm] by the rivers
[A] of my memory.
That keeps you ever gentle [D] on my mind.
It's not clinging
to the rocks
and ivy planted on their
columns [Em] now abiding me.
Or something
that somebody said
because they [A] thought we'd fit [D] together walking.
It's just knowing
that the world will not be
cursed or forgiven
when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find that you're
moving on the back roads
by the rivers of [A] my memory
[Em] and for hours you're [A] just
still on [D] my mind.
Though the wheat fields
and the clotheslines [Bm] and the junkyards
[D] and the highways [Em] come between us
and some other woman's
crying to her mother
cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone.
I still
mind running silent tears of
joy might save my face
and the summer sunlight burn me
till [Em] I'm blind.
But not to where I cannot
see [Bm] you walking [A] on the
back roads by the rivers flowing
gentle on [D] my mind.
I dip
my cup of soup back from a
gurgling crackling cauldron in
[Em] some train yard.
My beard was [B] some
cold towel [Em] and a dirty hat
[A] pulled low across [D] my face.
Through cup tins
round the tin can
[Bm] I pretend to hold [D] you to my breath [Em] and find
that you're moving
on the back roads by [Bm] the rivers
of [A] my memory
[E] ever smiling, [A] ever gentle on [D] my mind.
Gentle on my mind.
You are gentle on my mind.
Ooo
[C#]
My hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump.
My hump, my lovely lady.
Check it out.
Baby, baby, baby.
If you really want.
You should do a country version of my hump.
Yes!
That would be great.
I would never do that, Michael.
Really?
Are you serious?
Really?
Why not?
Have you heard the song?
I look like I'm 12.
That would not be appropriate.
Amen to that.
Anyway.
Oh, okay.
We got all that my hump stuff on video, huh?
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
Here we go.
That's why we make these videos.
That's [D] right.
It's knowing that your door is always open
and your path is [Em] free to walk.
That makes me [B] tend to leave
my [Bm] sleeping bag rolled [A] up
and stashed [D] behind your couch.
And it's knowing
I'm not shackled by
forgot words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried
upon [Em] some lines.
That keeps you [B] on
the back roads [Bm] by the rivers
[A] of my memory.
That keeps you ever gentle [D] on my mind.
It's not clinging
to the rocks
and ivy planted on their
columns [Em] now abiding me.
Or something
that somebody said
because they [A] thought we'd fit [D] together walking.
It's just knowing
that the world will not be
cursed or forgiven
when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find that you're
moving on the back roads
by the rivers of [A] my memory
[Em] and for hours you're [A] just
still on [D] my mind.
Though the wheat fields
and the clotheslines [Bm] and the junkyards
[D] and the highways [Em] come between us
and some other woman's
crying to her mother
cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone.
I still
mind running silent tears of
joy might save my face
and the summer sunlight burn me
till [Em] I'm blind.
But not to where I cannot
see [Bm] you walking [A] on the
back roads by the rivers flowing
gentle on [D] my mind.
I dip
my cup of soup back from a
gurgling crackling cauldron in
[Em] some train yard.
My beard was [B] some
cold towel [Em] and a dirty hat
[A] pulled low across [D] my face.
Through cup tins
round the tin can
[Bm] I pretend to hold [D] you to my breath [Em] and find
that you're moving
on the back roads by [Bm] the rivers
of [A] my memory
[E] ever smiling, [A] ever gentle on [D] my mind.
Gentle on my mind.
You are gentle on my mind.
Ooo
[C#]
Key:
D
Em
A
Bm
B
D
Em
A
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ My hump, my hump. _ _
_ _ _ My hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump.
My hump, my lovely lady.
Check it out.
Baby, baby, baby.
If you really want.
You should do a country version of my hump.
Yes!
That would be great.
I would never do that, Michael.
_ Really?
Are you serious?
_ Really?
Why not?
_ Have you heard the song?
I look like I'm 12.
That would not be appropriate.
Amen to that.
_ Anyway. _
Oh, okay.
We got all that my hump stuff on video, huh?
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
Here we go.
That's why we make these videos.
That's [D] right.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's knowing that your door is always open
and your path is [Em] free to walk. _ _ _ _ _
That makes me [B] tend to leave
my [Bm] sleeping bag rolled [A] up
and stashed [D] behind your couch.
_ _ _ _ And it's knowing
I'm not shackled by
forgot words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried
upon [Em] some lines. _ _ _ _
That keeps you [B] on
the back roads [Bm] by the rivers
[A] of my memory.
That keeps you ever gentle [D] on my mind. _ _
_ _ It's not clinging
to the rocks
and ivy planted on their
columns [Em] now abiding me. _ _ _ _
Or something
that somebody said
because they [A] thought we'd fit [D] together walking. _
_ _ _ _ It's just knowing
that the world will not be
cursed or forgiven
when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find _ _ that you're
moving on the back roads
by the rivers of [A] my memory
[Em] and for hours you're [A] just
still on [D] my mind. _ _
_ Though the wheat fields
and the clotheslines [Bm] and the junkyards
[D] and the highways [Em] come between _ us _ _
and some other woman's
crying to her mother
cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone. _
_ _ _ _ I still
mind running silent tears of
joy might save my face
and the summer sunlight burn me
till [Em] I'm blind. _ _ _ _
But not to where I cannot
see [Bm] you walking [A] on the
back roads by the rivers flowing
gentle on [D] my mind. _ _
_ _ I dip
my cup of soup back from a
gurgling crackling cauldron in
[Em] some train yard. _ _ _ _
My beard was [B] some
cold towel [Em] and a dirty hat
[A] pulled low across [D] my face.
_ _ _ _ Through cup tins
round the tin can
[Bm] I pretend to hold [D] you to my breath [Em] and find _
that _ you're moving
on the back roads by [Bm] the rivers
of [A] my memory
[E] ever smiling, [A] ever gentle on [D] my mind.
_ _ _ Gentle on my mind.
_ You are gentle on my mind. _ _
_ _ _ Ooo _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ My hump, my hump. _ _
_ _ _ My hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump.
My hump, my lovely lady.
Check it out.
Baby, baby, baby.
If you really want.
You should do a country version of my hump.
Yes!
That would be great.
I would never do that, Michael.
_ Really?
Are you serious?
_ Really?
Why not?
_ Have you heard the song?
I look like I'm 12.
That would not be appropriate.
Amen to that.
_ Anyway. _
Oh, okay.
We got all that my hump stuff on video, huh?
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
Here we go.
That's why we make these videos.
That's [D] right.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's knowing that your door is always open
and your path is [Em] free to walk. _ _ _ _ _
That makes me [B] tend to leave
my [Bm] sleeping bag rolled [A] up
and stashed [D] behind your couch.
_ _ _ _ And it's knowing
I'm not shackled by
forgot words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried
upon [Em] some lines. _ _ _ _
That keeps you [B] on
the back roads [Bm] by the rivers
[A] of my memory.
That keeps you ever gentle [D] on my mind. _ _
_ _ It's not clinging
to the rocks
and ivy planted on their
columns [Em] now abiding me. _ _ _ _
Or something
that somebody said
because they [A] thought we'd fit [D] together walking. _
_ _ _ _ It's just knowing
that the world will not be
cursed or forgiven
when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find _ _ that you're
moving on the back roads
by the rivers of [A] my memory
[Em] and for hours you're [A] just
still on [D] my mind. _ _
_ Though the wheat fields
and the clotheslines [Bm] and the junkyards
[D] and the highways [Em] come between _ us _ _
and some other woman's
crying to her mother
cause [A] she turned and [D] I was gone. _
_ _ _ _ I still
mind running silent tears of
joy might save my face
and the summer sunlight burn me
till [Em] I'm blind. _ _ _ _
But not to where I cannot
see [Bm] you walking [A] on the
back roads by the rivers flowing
gentle on [D] my mind. _ _
_ _ I dip
my cup of soup back from a
gurgling crackling cauldron in
[Em] some train yard. _ _ _ _
My beard was [B] some
cold towel [Em] and a dirty hat
[A] pulled low across [D] my face.
_ _ _ _ Through cup tins
round the tin can
[Bm] I pretend to hold [D] you to my breath [Em] and find _
that _ you're moving
on the back roads by [Bm] the rivers
of [A] my memory
[E] ever smiling, [A] ever gentle on [D] my mind.
_ _ _ Gentle on my mind.
_ You are gentle on my mind. _ _
_ _ _ Ooo _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _