Biografía:
John Cowan Hartford (New York, 30 de dezembro de 1937 – 4 de junho de 2001) foi um bandolinista, guitarrista acústico, violinista, banjoísta, dançarino, piloto de Rebocador e barco de rio a vapor, compositor e cantor folk e country americano. Ficou conhecido por sua maestria no violino e no banjo, bem como por suas letras espirituosas, estilo vocal único e amplo conhecimento da cultura sobre o rio Mississipi. Hartford se apresentou com uma variedade de conjuntos ao longo de sua carreira
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Otras canciones:
- Back In The Goodle Days
- Blue Ridge Cabin Home
- Bring Your Clothes Back Home
- Delta Queen Waltz
- Dixie Truckers Home
- Gentle On My Mind
- Goodbye Waltz
- Got No Place To Go
- Got No Place To Gp
- Gum Tree Canoe
- Howard Hughes Blues
- I Wonder Where You Are Tonight
- Immanuel Cant
- In Plain View Of The Town
- In Tall Buildings
- Ive Heard That Tearstained Monologue You Do
- Kentucky Pool
- Little Piece Of My Heart
- Lorena
- Men All Want To Be Hobos
- My Tears Dont Show
- New Love Warms My Heart
- No End Of Love
- No Expectations
- Owl Feather
- Queen Of Rock Roll
- Shes Still Gonna Break Your Heart
- Slumberin On The Cumberland
- Steam Powered Aereo Plane
- The Annual Waltz
- Therell Never Be Another You
- This Eve Of Parting
- Up On The Hill Where They Do The Boogie
- Waltz Of The Golden Rule
- Where The Old Red River Flows
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
The following is Gentle on My Mind, performed by Glen Campbell:
You really need a banjo to make this happen, but the progression seems to work well.
The “F” chord does not use the B note on the D string
The Em+C uses the C note on the B string.
Sorry I did not use the template...I'm not very skilled.
My thanks to Rod for working over the phone to figure this out.
Frank
C Em+C Am
It's knowing that your door is always open
Dm Faug F G
and your path is free to walk
Dm Faug
That makes me tend to leave my
F G C Em+C Am G
sleepin' bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
C Em+C
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by
Am
forgotten words and bonds
C Em+C Dm Faug F G
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
Dm Faug F G
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Dm G C Em+C Am G
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
C Em+C Am
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted
Dm Faug F G
on their columns now that bind me
Dm Faug F
Or somethin' that somebody said because they thought
G C Em+C Am G
we fit together walkin'
C Em+C Am
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
C Em+C Dm Faug F G
When I walk along some railroad track and find
Dm Faug F G
That you're movin' on the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Dm G C Em+C Am G
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
C Em+C
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines
Am Dm Faug F G
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
Dm Faug F
And some other woman's crying to her mother
G C Em+C Am G
cause she turned and I was gone
C Em+C Am
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
C Em+C Dm Faug F G
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
Dm Faug F G
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
Dm G C Em+C Am G
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
C Em+C
I dip my cup of of soup back from
Am Dm Faug F G
a gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
Dm Faug F
My beard a roughnin' coal pile and a dirty hat
G C Em+C Am G
pulled low across my face
C Em+C
Through cupped hands round a tin can
Am Dm Faug F G
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
Dm Faug F G
That you're wavin' from the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Dm G C Em+C Am G
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
You really need a banjo to make this happen, but the progression seems to work well.
The “F” chord does not use the B note on the D string
The Em+C uses the C note on the B string.
Sorry I did not use the template...I'm not very skilled.
My thanks to Rod for working over the phone to figure this out.
Frank
C Em+C Am
It's knowing that your door is always open
Dm Faug F G
and your path is free to walk
Dm Faug
That makes me tend to leave my
F G C Em+C Am G
sleepin' bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
C Em+C
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by
Am
forgotten words and bonds
C Em+C Dm Faug F G
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
Dm Faug F G
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Dm G C Em+C Am G
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
C Em+C Am
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy planted
Dm Faug F G
on their columns now that bind me
Dm Faug F
Or somethin' that somebody said because they thought
G C Em+C Am G
we fit together walkin'
C Em+C Am
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
C Em+C Dm Faug F G
When I walk along some railroad track and find
Dm Faug F G
That you're movin' on the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Dm G C Em+C Am G
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
C Em+C
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines
Am Dm Faug F G
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
Dm Faug F
And some other woman's crying to her mother
G C Em+C Am G
cause she turned and I was gone
C Em+C Am
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
C Em+C Dm Faug F G
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
Dm Faug F G
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
Dm G C Em+C Am G
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
C Em+C
I dip my cup of of soup back from
Am Dm Faug F G
a gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
Dm Faug F
My beard a roughnin' coal pile and a dirty hat
G C Em+C Am G
pulled low across my face
C Em+C
Through cupped hands round a tin can
Am Dm Faug F G
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
Dm Faug F G
That you're wavin' from the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Dm G C Em+C Am G
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
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