Gentle On My Mind Chords by The Mavericks
Tempo:
100.05 bpm
Chords used:
D
Em
A
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hi, we're the Mavericks, and you're watching
Ram Country on Yahoo Music.
We're going to play one of our favorite songs.
It's a beautiful song made famous by Glen Campbell called
Channel on My Mind.
[D]
It's known that your door is always open
and you're about to [Em] spray the wall.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [D] up
and stashed behind your couch.
And it's known I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the instincts that I've dried [Em] upon some life.
That keeps you in the back roads
by the rivers of my memory, keeps you [A] ever gentle
[D] all my life.
It's left me to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted [D] on their columns
[Em] now that buys me.
Or something that somebody said because they [A] thought
we fit [D] together walking.
It's just a [F#m] [D]
person no forgiveness
when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find
that you've been on the back roads
by the rivers [C#] of my memory.
[Em] And for hours you're just [D] in a long time.
Oh, the wheat fields and the clothesline and the junkyard
and the highways come [Em] between us.
And some other woman [B] cried [G] to her mother
[D] because she turned and I was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
and the summer sun might burn me [Em] till I'm blind.
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads
by the rivers [A] flowing gentle [D] all my mind.
I took my cup of soup back from the gurgling, cramping,
calling [Em] in some graveyard.
[Bm] [Em] I beat a [B] ruffling old [Em] cow, a dirty [A] hat pulled old [D] across my face.
New cup hands round the tin can, I'm tending to hold you
till my [Em] breast ends in fire.
That you're waving from the back roads
by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling,
[A] ever gentle, [D] all my mind.
[Gm]
Ram Country on Yahoo Music.
We're going to play one of our favorite songs.
It's a beautiful song made famous by Glen Campbell called
Channel on My Mind.
[D]
It's known that your door is always open
and you're about to [Em] spray the wall.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [D] up
and stashed behind your couch.
And it's known I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the instincts that I've dried [Em] upon some life.
That keeps you in the back roads
by the rivers of my memory, keeps you [A] ever gentle
[D] all my life.
It's left me to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted [D] on their columns
[Em] now that buys me.
Or something that somebody said because they [A] thought
we fit [D] together walking.
It's just a [F#m] [D]
person no forgiveness
when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find
that you've been on the back roads
by the rivers [C#] of my memory.
[Em] And for hours you're just [D] in a long time.
Oh, the wheat fields and the clothesline and the junkyard
and the highways come [Em] between us.
And some other woman [B] cried [G] to her mother
[D] because she turned and I was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
and the summer sun might burn me [Em] till I'm blind.
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads
by the rivers [A] flowing gentle [D] all my mind.
I took my cup of soup back from the gurgling, cramping,
calling [Em] in some graveyard.
[Bm] [Em] I beat a [B] ruffling old [Em] cow, a dirty [A] hat pulled old [D] across my face.
New cup hands round the tin can, I'm tending to hold you
till my [Em] breast ends in fire.
That you're waving from the back roads
by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling,
[A] ever gentle, [D] all my mind.
[Gm]
Key:
D
Em
A
Bm
B
D
Em
A
Hi, we're the Mavericks, and you're watching
Ram Country on Yahoo Music. _
We're going to play one of our favorite songs.
It's a beautiful song made famous by Glen Campbell called
Channel on My Mind. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's known that your door is always open
and you're about to [Em] spray the wall. _ _ _
_ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [D] up
and stashed behind your couch. _ _ _
_ _ And it's known I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the instincts that I've dried [Em] upon some life.
_ _ _ _ _ That keeps you in the back roads
by the rivers of my memory, keeps you [A] ever gentle
[D] all my life. _ _
_ _ It's left me to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted [D] on their columns
[Em] now that buys me. _ _
_ _ Or something that somebody said because they [A] thought
we fit [D] together walking. _ _ _
_ _ It's just a [F#m] _ _ [D]
person no forgiveness
when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find
that _ _ _ _ you've been on the back roads
by the rivers [C#] of my memory.
[Em] And for hours you're just [D] in a long time. _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh, the wheat fields and the clothesline and the junkyard
and the highways come [Em] between us. _ _
_ _ And some other woman [B] cried [G] to her mother
[D] because she turned and I was gone. _ _ _
_ _ I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
and the summer sun might burn me [Em] till I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ _ But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads
by the rivers [A] flowing gentle [D] all my mind. _ _ _
_ _ I took my cup of soup back from the gurgling, cramping,
calling [Em] in some graveyard. _ _
_ [Bm] _ [Em] I beat a [B] ruffling old [Em] cow, a dirty [A] hat pulled old [D] across my face. _ _ _
_ _ New cup hands round the tin can, I'm tending to hold you
till my [Em] breast ends in fire. _ _
_ _ That you're waving from the back roads
by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling,
[A] ever gentle, [D] all my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ram Country on Yahoo Music. _
We're going to play one of our favorite songs.
It's a beautiful song made famous by Glen Campbell called
Channel on My Mind. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's known that your door is always open
and you're about to [Em] spray the wall. _ _ _
_ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled [D] up
and stashed behind your couch. _ _ _
_ _ And it's known I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the instincts that I've dried [Em] upon some life.
_ _ _ _ _ That keeps you in the back roads
by the rivers of my memory, keeps you [A] ever gentle
[D] all my life. _ _
_ _ It's left me to the rocks and [Bm] ivy planted [D] on their columns
[Em] now that buys me. _ _
_ _ Or something that somebody said because they [A] thought
we fit [D] together walking. _ _ _
_ _ It's just a [F#m] _ _ [D]
person no forgiveness
when I walk along some railroad [Em] track and find
that _ _ _ _ you've been on the back roads
by the rivers [C#] of my memory.
[Em] And for hours you're just [D] in a long time. _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh, the wheat fields and the clothesline and the junkyard
and the highways come [Em] between us. _ _
_ _ And some other woman [B] cried [G] to her mother
[D] because she turned and I was gone. _ _ _
_ _ I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
and the summer sun might burn me [Em] till I'm blind.
_ _ _ _ _ But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads
by the rivers [A] flowing gentle [D] all my mind. _ _ _
_ _ I took my cup of soup back from the gurgling, cramping,
calling [Em] in some graveyard. _ _
_ [Bm] _ [Em] I beat a [B] ruffling old [Em] cow, a dirty [A] hat pulled old [D] across my face. _ _ _
_ _ New cup hands round the tin can, I'm tending to hold you
till my [Em] breast ends in fire. _ _
_ _ That you're waving from the back roads
by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling,
[A] ever gentle, [D] all my mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _