Eyes of a Painter Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][Bm][C][D][G]

[Verse 1]
[G]Gray-haired and and flint-eyed,
his his sun[C]burned [G]face lined
[C]Grandpa was [G]a man of few [D]words
[G]He had a way of not want[C]ing [G]to say
Any [F]more than [Em]he thought would [D]be heard

[Verse 2]
The [G]long years of living,
day-to-day giv[C]ing
giving
[G]giving
[C]Had carved out [Em]a map on his [Am]face
With [G]little [C]to lose,
[G]he’d learned how [C]to choose
And his [G]choices were [D]easy [G]to trace

[Verse 3]
He had the [D]eyes of a painter
[C]Heart of a maker of [G]songs
[Bm]His words fell like rain
on [C]the dry desert plain
[D]Precious and so quickly gone
[G]

[Verse 4]
From a long line of teachers,
white [C]Baptist [G]preachers
He was [C]born with [G]an Indi[D]an will
His [G]quiet dark eyes, read[C]ing [G]the light
As [F]he rode in [Em]the low Os[D]age hills

[Verse 5]
[G]His school was the prairie,
the sage, [C]the wild [G]berry
[C]The quail, the wide [Em]open [Am]sky
The [G]cottonwood [C]thicket by
[G]the slow rolling [C]river
[G]The Redbud and the [D]hot cattle [G]drive

[Verse 6]
He had the [D]eyes of a painter
[C]Heart of a maker of [G]songs
His [Bm]words fell like rain on [C]the dry desert plain
[D]Precious and so quickly gon[G]e
[Bm][C][D]

[Verse 7]
[G]
There were days filled with thinking,
nights [C]with [G]the drinking
For a [C]lost love that [G]raged like [D]a storm
Oh, but [G]how his eyes smiled,
when he’d talk [C]to [G]a child
[F]The rough hands so[Em]
gentle and [D]warm

[Verse 8]
[G]His strong arms were brown,
where the long sleeves
[C]Rol[G]led down,
on his [C]faded [G]blue cotton [Am]shirt
When [G]times got [C]hard,
he’d go [G]out in [C]the yard
And he'd [G]cuss away [D]some of his [G]hurt

[Verse 9]
He had the [D]eyes of a painter
[C]Heart of a maker of [G]songs
His [Bm]words fell like rain on [C]the dry desert plain
[D]Precious and so quickly gone
[G]

[Verse 10]
Now the garden’s grown dusty,
hand axe lies rusty
[C]The door’s banging [G]hard in [D]the wind
Grand[G]pa’s store is closed down,
like most [C]of [G]the town
[F]And it won’t be ope[Em]n aga[D]in

[Verse 11]
And the [G]big white car,
sits out in the yard
Of the [C]house he built solid and [Am]true
Oh, but [G]I see his e[C]yes, b[G]urning tonight
[C]Like the[G] stars in the[D] sky
[G]he once knew
[D]He had the

[Verse 12]
eyes of a painter
[C]Heart of a maker of [G]songs
His [Bm]words fell like rain on [C]the dry desert plain
[D]Precious and so quickly gon[G]e

[Verse 13]
His [Bm]words fell like rain on [C]the dry desert plain
[D]Precious and so quickly gon[G]e