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 Gm 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