Kate Wolf – Eyes Of A Painter (Guitar)

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Grey-haired and flint-eyed, his sunburned face lined

C             G          D
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

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And his choices were easy to trace

           D                 C
He had the eyes of a painter

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Heart of a maker of songs

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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

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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