Eyes Of A Painter chords

CAPO: 3rd Fret

INTRO: [Bm] [C] [D] [G]

Grey-haired and flint-eyed, his [G]s-
un[C]bur-
ned [G]face lined
[C]Grandpa was a [G]man of few [D]words
[G]He had a way of not [G]wa-
nt[C]ing-
to [G]say
Any [F]more than he [Em]thought would be [D]heard

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

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

From a long line of teachers, [G]whi-
te [C]Bapt-
ist [G]preachers
He was [C]born with an [G]Indian [D]will
His [G]quiet dark eyes [G]re-
ad[C]ing -
the [G]light
As he [F]rode in the [Em]low Osage [D]hills

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

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

There were days filled with thinking,[G] nig-
hts [C]with-
the [G]drinking
For a [C]lost love that [G]raged like a [D]storm
Ah, but [G]how his eyes smiled, when he [G]tal-
ked [C]to-
a [G]child [F]
The rough hands so [Em]gentle and [D]warm

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

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

Now the garden's grown dusty, the[G] ha-
nd-[C]axe -
lies [G]rusty
The [C]door's banging [G]hard in the [D]wind
Grandpa's [G]store is closed down, like [G]mo-
st [C]of -
the [G]town [F]
And it won't be [Em]open a[D]gain

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

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