Front Porch
Gentle On My Mind Album
Banjo tuned E, Capo 3, Key D
My f[D]ront porch looks righ[G]t at your back [D]porch
At the side of your house sits my c[A]ar
Your [D]laundry hangs the[G]re by my wi[D]ndow
In the sun that shines [A]down [D]in our yard
When[D] I come home I se[G]e you a le[D]aving
When I am leaving you're just pull[A]ing in
At ti[D]mes I could reach out an[G]d touch you[D]
But I am not even sure of [A]your n[D]ame
I saw you last round about midnight
Like you never could ever be happy
To live in the country with me
I came up here hunting for riches
Of fortune and fame I had heard
But too long I've stared at your back porch
And now I'm a slave to your world
When the hair on my head turns to silver
My feet and my hands old and sore
I'll prop my old chair on the front porch
And gaze at your old kitchen door
Gentle On My Mind Album
Banjo tuned E, Capo 3, Key D
My f[D]ront porch looks righ[G]t at your back [D]porch
At the side of your house sits my c[A]ar
Your [D]laundry hangs the[G]re by my wi[D]ndow
In the sun that shines [A]down [D]in our yard
When[D] I come home I se[G]e you a le[D]aving
When I am leaving you're just pull[A]ing in
At ti[D]mes I could reach out an[G]d touch you[D]
But I am not even sure of [A]your n[D]ame
I saw you last round about midnight
Like you never could ever be happy
To live in the country with me
I came up here hunting for riches
Of fortune and fame I had heard
But too long I've stared at your back porch
And now I'm a slave to your world
When the hair on my head turns to silver
My feet and my hands old and sore
I'll prop my old chair on the front porch
And gaze at your old kitchen door
