Eyes Of A Painter chords by Kate Wolf

Kate Wolf - Eyes Of A Painter


CAPO: 3rd Fret



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