Eyes Of A Painter

(início)

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
CHORUS:
           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
CHORUS:
           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
CHORUS:
           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
CHORUS:
           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