Chords for Kate Wolf - Eyes of a Painter

[Gm] [B] You ready?
One, two, [Bb] [Eb] three.
[D] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Em] _ [F] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
Gray-haired and flint-eyed, his sunburned face [Eb] lined,
Grandpa [Bb] was a man of [F] few words.
[Bb] But he had a way, not [Eb] one [Bb] in the say,
[Fm] Any more [Gm] than he thought [F] would be heard.
_ [Bb] And the long years of living,
Big today given, [Eb] had carved [Gm] out a map on his [Cm] face.
[Bb] With little [Eb] to lose, [Bb] he'd learn how [Eb] to choose,
And his [E] choices [F] were easy [Bb] to trace.
He had [F] the eyes of a painter, [Eb] heart of a maker [Bb] of songs.
_ [Fm] [Dm] His words fell like [Cm] rain on the [Bb] dry [Eb] desert plain,
[F] _ Precious and so [Bb] quickly gone.
_ _ _ _ And from a long line of teachers, white Baptist preachers,
[Eb] He was born [Bb] with an Indian [F] will.
_ [Bb] His quiet dark eyes [Eb] read [Bb] in the light
[Ab] As he rode [Gm] in the low [F] sage hills.
[Bb] His school was the prairie, _ sage, the wild berry,
[Gm] The quail, the wide open [Cm] sky.
_ [Bb] The [Eb] cottonwood thicket [Bb] by the slow [Eb] rolling river,
[Bb] The red [F] bud in the hot [Bb] cattle drive.
He [Dm] had the [F] eyes of a painter, [Eb] heart of a [Bb] maker of songs.
[D] His [Dm] words fell like rain [Eb] on the dry desert plain,
[F] _ Precious and so [Bb] quickly gone.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ There were days filled with thinking, [Eb] nights [Bb] with drinking,
[Gm] For a lost [Bb] love that raged [F] like a storm.
_ [Bb] But how his eyes smiled when he talked to a [Ab] child,
Rough [Gm] hands gentle [F] and warm, _ [Bb] and his strong arms were brown,
For the [Eb] long [Bb] sleeves rolled [Eb] down on his [Gm] faded blue [Cm] cotton shirt.
_ [Bb] When [Eb] times got hard [Bb] he'd go out [Eb] in the yard,
And [Bb] he'd cuss [F] away some [Bb] of his herd.
He had the [F] eyes of a [Eb] painter, heart of a [Bb] maker of songs.
_ [D]
His words fell like [Eb] rain on the dry desert plain,
[F] Precious and so [Bb] quickly gone. _ _ _
_ _ Now the garden's grown dusty, _
[Eb] [Bb] and Axelie's [Eb] rusty,
The [Bb] door's banging [F] hard in the wind.
_ _ [Bb] Grandpa's store is closed down like most of the [Ab] towns,
[Gm] It won't be [F] open again.
[Bb] His big white car [Eb] sits [Bb] out in the [Gm] yard of the house he built solid and [Cm] true.
_ [Bb] But I see [Eb] his [Bb] eyes burning [Eb] tonight like [Bb] the stars in [F] the [Bb] sky he once knew.
He had [F] the eyes of a [Eb] painter, heart of a maker [Bb] of songs.
[Dm]
His words fell like rain [Eb] on the dry desert [E] plain,
[F] _ Precious and so [Bb] quickly gone. _
[Dm] His words fell like [Eb] rain on the dry desert plain,
[E] _ [F] _ Precious and so quickly [Bb]
gone. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ [N] _ Thank you.
Thank you.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ Gosh, let me, uh, thank you very much.
[Dbm] Alright.
_ Let me look around at you and see who's here.
Gosh, a lot of people I [E] sort of know and some I don't, some I will, I'm sure.
We're gonna just do a mixture of my tunes mostly,
and if [Bm] you [C] get to the end of the set here,
we're gonna spontaneously all burst in to give yourself to love,
so if you mentally can make a note, if you know it,
you can, we won't have to rehearse it, we can just go right into it.
You know, they'll think we are Sing Out America [Abm] or something.
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