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10 May 2020

Gentle On My Mind - chords and lyrics





4/4    bright tempo
Cmaj7

Cmaj7
It's knowing that your door is always open
    Am7                            Dm7
And your path is free to walk
Dm7                                                             Aaug
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Dm7               G7                              Cmaj7
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

Cmaj7
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
Cmaj7
By forgotten words and bonds
              Am7                                                     Dm7
And the ink stains that are dried up on some line
Dm7
That keeps you in the back roads
Dm7                        G7
By the rivers of my memory
       Dm7                  G7                 Cmaj7   G
And keeps you ever gentle on my mind



Cmaj7
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Cmaj7                                               Dm7
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Dm7                                         Aaug
Or something that somebody said
              Dm7                    G7                Cmaj7
Because they thought we fit together walking

Cmaj7
It's just knowing that the world
Cmaj7
Will not be cursing or forgiving
             Am7                                                    Dm7   Am7
When I walk along some railroad track and find
                    Dm7                         Aaug
That you're moving on the back roads
            Dm7            G7
By the rivers of my memory
             Dm7                     G7                  Cmaj7
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Cmaj7
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
Cmaj7                                  Am7                                Dm7
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
Dm7                                                        Aaug
And some other woman's crying to her mother
Dm7          G7                         Cmaj7
Cause she turned and I was gone



Cmaj7
I still might run in silence
Cmaj7
Tears of joy might stain my face
              Am7                                                 Dm7   Am7
And the summer sun might burn me ‘til I'm blind
       Dm7
But not to where I cannot see
Dm7                         G7
You walking on the back roads
            Dm7                                      Cmaj7
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

Cmaj7
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling,
                        Am7               Dm7
crackling cauldron, in some train yard
Dm7                                       Aaug
My beard a roughening coal pile
Dm7                  G7                               Cmaj7
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face

Cmaj7
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
  Am7                                                      Dm7
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
Dm7
That you're waivin’ from the back roads
Dm7                         G7
By the rivers of my memories
         Dm7              G7                 Cmaj7

Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind




02 January 2020

Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys - chords and lyrics


Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Written by Ed and Patsy Bruce   Recorded by many country singers

Moderate Country Waltz   3/4 timing


C                                                                    F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

          G7
Don't let ‘em pick guitars and drive in old trucks
                                                            C
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
                                                                       F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
            G7
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
                                       C
Even with someone they love


                                                                           F
A cowboy ain't easy to love and he’s harder to hold
G7                                                              C
He'd rather give you a song than silver or gold
                                             
Budweiser buckles and old faded Levis
                F
And each night begins a new day
           G7
And if you can't understand him and he don't die young
                                      C
He'll probably just ride away
 

C                                                                    F


Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
          G7
Don't let ‘em pick guitars and drive in old trucks
                                                            C
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
                                                                       F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
            G7
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
                                       C
Even with someone they love


                                                                                                F
A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
G7                                                                         C
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
                                                       
Them that don't know him won't like him
                             F
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
                 G7
He's ain’t wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
                                                    C
Do things to make you think he's right

C                                                                    F

Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
          G7
Don't let ‘em pick guitars and drive in old trucks
                                                            C
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
                                                                       F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
            G7
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
                                       C
Even with someone they love


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