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Eyes Of A Painter

Capo en el 3er traste
	   

Intro: Bm  C  D  G 

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


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


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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
G - C - G From a long line of teachers, white Baptist preachers C G D He was born with an Indian will G G - C - G His quiet dark eyes reading the light F Em D As he rode in the low Osage hills G G - C - G His school was the prairie, the Sage, the wild berry C G Am The Quail, the wide open sky G C G C The Cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river G D G The Redbud and the hot cattle drive
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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 Bm C D G Precious and so quickly gone
G - C - G There were days filled with thinking, nights with the drinking C G D For a lost love that raged like a storm G G - C - G F Ah, but how his eyes smiled, when he talked to a child Em D The rough hands so gentle and warm G G - C - G His strong arms were brown where the long sleeves rolled down C G Am On his faded blue cotton shirt G C G C When times got hard, he'd go out in the yard G D G And he'd cuss away some of his hurt
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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
G - C - G Now the garden's grown dusty, the hand-axe lies rusty C G D The door's banging hard in the wind G G - C - G F Grandpa's store is closed down, like most of the town Em D And it won't be open again G G - C - G And a big white car sits out in the yard C G Am Of the house he built solid and true G C G C Ah, but I see his eyes burning tonight G D G Like the stars in the sky he once knew
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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

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