Chords for Glen Campbell Live in Concert in Sioux Falls (2001) - Gentle on My Mind
Tempo:
114.15 bpm
Chords used:
Em
A
D
B
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] And we got so much music packed into the show that I won't be talking a lot and telling all of my good jokes.
So I'm I'm sure you will appreciate that.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [Em] through the wall.
That makes me tend to [B] leave my sleeping [G] bag rolled up and [A] stashed behind [D] your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds.
And each stains that have dried upon [Em] some lines.
That keeps you [B] in the back roads [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] It keeps you [A] ever gentle on my mind.
And it's not clinging [D] to rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me.
Or something that somebody [Bm] said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking.
You know what it is?
It's just knowing that this world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and [Em] find.
That you're moving [B] on the back road by [G] the rivers of my [A] memory.
And for [A] hours you're just gentle [D] on my mind.
G.J. Kinster, a great pianist.
[Em] [B] [Bm]
[A] [Em] [B]
[G] [A] [D]
Limerick, it is.
[Em]
[B] [Em] Yeah!
[A] [Em]
[A] [D] Oh yeah!
Or I may get my couple [D] suit back from the Gertland, Cracklin, Caldwin in some [Em] train yard.
With my beard a-rubbin' [B] in coal pile [Bm] and a dirty hat [A] pulled over across [D] my face.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Threw tough hands round the tin can and I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find.
That you're weaving through [B] the back roads [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Ever smiling, ever [A] gentle on [D] my mind.
So false, you're gentle on [G] my [Em] mind.
[A]
Yeah, yeah!
[N]
So I'm I'm sure you will appreciate that.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [Em] through the wall.
That makes me tend to [B] leave my sleeping [G] bag rolled up and [A] stashed behind [D] your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds.
And each stains that have dried upon [Em] some lines.
That keeps you [B] in the back roads [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] It keeps you [A] ever gentle on my mind.
And it's not clinging [D] to rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me.
Or something that somebody [Bm] said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking.
You know what it is?
It's just knowing that this world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and [Em] find.
That you're moving [B] on the back road by [G] the rivers of my [A] memory.
And for [A] hours you're just gentle [D] on my mind.
G.J. Kinster, a great pianist.
[Em] [B] [Bm]
[A] [Em] [B]
[G] [A] [D]
Limerick, it is.
[Em]
[B] [Em] Yeah!
[A] [Em]
[A] [D] Oh yeah!
Or I may get my couple [D] suit back from the Gertland, Cracklin, Caldwin in some [Em] train yard.
With my beard a-rubbin' [B] in coal pile [Bm] and a dirty hat [A] pulled over across [D] my face.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Threw tough hands round the tin can and I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find.
That you're weaving through [B] the back roads [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Ever smiling, ever [A] gentle on [D] my mind.
So false, you're gentle on [G] my [Em] mind.
[A]
Yeah, yeah!
[N]
Key:
Em
A
D
B
Bm
Em
A
D
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ And we got so much music packed into the show that I won't be talking a lot and telling all of my good jokes.
So I'm I'm sure you will appreciate that. _
_ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [Em] through the wall. _ _ _ _
_ That makes me tend to [B] leave my sleeping [G] bag rolled up and [A] stashed behind [D] your couch. _ _ _
_ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds.
And each stains that have dried upon [Em] some lines.
_ _ _ _ _ That keeps you [B] in the back roads [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] It keeps you [A] ever gentle on my mind. _ _ _
_ And it's not clinging [D] to rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me. _ _
_ _ Or something that somebody [Bm] said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking.
_ You know what it is?
_ It's just knowing that this world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and [Em] find.
_ _ _ _ _ That you're moving [B] on the back road by [G] the rivers of my [A] memory.
And for [A] hours you're just gentle [D] on my mind.
G.J. Kinster, a great pianist. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ [Bm] _
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [B] _ _
[G] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Limerick, it is.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [Em] Yeah!
[A] _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ Oh yeah!
Or I may get my couple [D] suit back from the Gertland, Cracklin, Caldwin in some [Em] train yard. _ _
_ With my beard a-rubbin' [B] in coal pile [Bm] and a dirty hat [A] pulled over across [D] my face.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Threw tough hands round the tin can and I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find. _ _ _
_ That you're weaving through [B] the back roads [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Ever smiling, ever [A] gentle on [D] my mind.
So false, you're gentle on [G] my _ [Em] mind.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
_ Yeah, yeah! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
So I'm I'm sure you will appreciate that. _
_ It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is [Em] through the wall. _ _ _ _
_ That makes me tend to [B] leave my sleeping [G] bag rolled up and [A] stashed behind [D] your couch. _ _ _
_ And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds.
And each stains that have dried upon [Em] some lines.
_ _ _ _ _ That keeps you [B] in the back roads [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] It keeps you [A] ever gentle on my mind. _ _ _
_ And it's not clinging [D] to rocks and ivy planted on their columns [Em] now that binds me. _ _
_ _ Or something that somebody [Bm] said because they [A] thought we fit [D] together walking.
_ You know what it is?
_ It's just knowing that this world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and [Em] find.
_ _ _ _ _ That you're moving [B] on the back road by [G] the rivers of my [A] memory.
And for [A] hours you're just gentle [D] on my mind.
G.J. Kinster, a great pianist. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ [Bm] _
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [B] _ _
[G] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Limerick, it is.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [Em] Yeah!
[A] _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ Oh yeah!
Or I may get my couple [D] suit back from the Gertland, Cracklin, Caldwin in some [Em] train yard. _ _
_ With my beard a-rubbin' [B] in coal pile [Bm] and a dirty hat [A] pulled over across [D] my face.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Threw tough hands round the tin can and I pretend to hold you to my breast [Em] and find. _ _ _
_ That you're weaving through [B] the back roads [Bm] by the rivers of [A] my memory.
[Em] Ever smiling, ever [A] gentle on [D] my mind.
So false, you're gentle on [G] my _ [Em] mind.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
_ Yeah, yeah! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _