Eyes Of A Painter

	  		 

Intro: Bm  C  D  G 

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Grey-haired and flint-eyed, his sunburned face lined 
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Grandpa was a man of few words 
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He had a way of not wanting to say 
    F            Em               D 
Any more than he thought would be heard 


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The long years of living, day to day giving 
    C            G          Am 
Had carved out a map on his face 
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With little to lose, he'd learned how to choose 
        G            D       G 
And his choices were easy to trace 



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He had the eyes of a painter 
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Heart of a maker of songs 
    Bm                          C                 D 
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain 
                        G 
Precious and so quickly gone 



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From a long line of teachers, white Baptist preachers 
       C            G      D 
He was born with an Indian will 
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His quiet dark eyes reading the light 
      F           Em        D 
As he rode in the low Osage hills 


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His school was the prairie, the Sage, the wild berry 
    C          G         Am 
The Quail, the wide open sky 
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The Cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river 
    G              D          G 
The Redbud and the hot cattle drive 



           D                 C 
He had the eyes of a painter 
                    G 
Heart of a maker of songs 
    Bm                          C                 D 
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain 
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Precious and so quickly gone 



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There were days filled with thinking, nights with the drinking 
      C              G            D 
For a lost love that raged like a storm 
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Ah, but how his eyes smiled, when he talked to a child 
                   Em         D 
The rough hands so gentle and warm 


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His strong arms were brown where the long sleeves rolled down  
       C     G           Am 
On his faded blue cotton shirt 
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When times got hard, he'd go out in the yard 
         G        D            G 
And he'd cuss away some of his hurt 



           D                 C 
He had the eyes of a painter 
                    G 
Heart of a maker of songs 
    Bm                          C                 D 
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain 
                        G     
Precious and so quickly gone 



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Now the garden's grown dusty, the hand-axe lies rusty 
    C              G           D 
The door's banging hard in the wind 
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Grandpa's store is closed down, like most of the town 
                Em    D 
And it won't be open again 


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And a big white car sits out in the yard 
       C              G         Am 
Of the house he built solid and true 
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Ah, but I see his eyes burning tonight 
         G            D           G 
Like the stars in the sky he once knew 



           D                 C 
He had the eyes of a painter 
                    G 
Heart of a maker of songs 
    Bm                          C                 D 
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain 
                        G     
Precious and so quickly gone 
    Bm                          C                 D 
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain 
                        G   
Precious and so quickly gone