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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 



           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 



           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 



           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 



           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