Phil Brown chords

[Gsus4] = 3x0013
[D/C] = 03x232
[D/F#] = 2x0230
[Em/D] = xx0000

[INTRO]
G (for two measures)

[G]I knew a [C]painter [D]in my younger days, [Em]

[Bm]A man who lived with [C]brushes, sticks and [G]stones. [D7]

[G]His days were filled with [C]canvas scenes

[D]Of browns and blues and [Em]meadow greens.

And the [Bm]world just passed on [C]by his [G]door.

[D]He lived, but lived a[G]lone. [G]

[G]And he'd come to [D]town with his old[Em] wool cap pulled [Bm]down.

[C]Surrounded by the [G]dogs that were his [D7]friends. [D7]

At [G]times too drunk to [D]stand, he'd [Em]shake familiar hands. [Bm]

[C]And sit around the [G]Esso station, 'til his [D7]loneliness would end.

[G]And I knew a paint[C]er, [D]in my reckless days. [Em]

[Bm]Bristle bearded, [C]humble on his [G]feet. [D7]

[G]A sympathetic, sad [C]old elf,

[D]He knew me better than I [Em]knew myself

[Bm]In the last days of my[C] boy[G]hood,

In my [D7]time upon the [G]street. [G]

[G]And long through the [D]night, a [Em]faded yellow light, [Bm]

C [G] [D] (arpeggio 2 bars)
Would burn inside the room where he would stand.

[G]And play the old vic[D]trola [Em]and drink his rusty [Bm]wine.

And con[C]duct the Mozart [G]music with his heart [D7]and shaking hand.

[D]But he could paint a picture, [G]and he could [Gsus4]capture life. [G]

[D]And no one ever [D/C]felt things more than [G]he.

[D]He was never much for [D/C]roses, [G]he'd sooner [D/F#]paint the [Em]thorns. [Em/D]

'Cause he [C]found a keener [C]beauty there

[C]That no one else could [D]see.


[G]Someone bought the [C]house he lived in.

[D]Painted up the [Em]room he died in.

[Bm]Swept away the cobwebs [C]and the [G]dust from off the floor. [D]

[G]The children laugh, the [C]seasons run,

[D]Young lovers roll in [Em]midnight fun.

But [Bm]no one loves more [C]than the [G]one

[D7]Who paints the world no [G]more. [G]


[G]And long through the [D]night, a [Em]faded yellow light, [Bm]

C [G] [D] (arpeggio 2 bars)
Would burn inside the room where he would stand.

[G]And play the old vic[D]trola [Em]and drink his rusty [Bm]wine.

And con[C]duct the Mozart [G]music with his heart [D7]and shaking hand.

ENDING: Guitar only, rapidly picking between each chord for a half measure.
[G] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [Em] [C] [D] [G]