Chord/Tab song: Eyes of a Painter

CAPO: 3rd Fret


INTRO: Bm C D G

Grey-haired and flint-eyed, his [G-]sun[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