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Intro:
G- -
Grey-haired and flint-eyed his sunburned face lined
Grandpa was a man of few words
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He had a way of not wanting to say
Any more than he thought would be heard
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The long years of living day to day giving
Had carved out a map on his face
With little to lose he'd learned how to choose
And his choices were easy to trace
He had the eyes of a painter
Heart of a maker of songs
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
Precious and so quickly gone
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From a long line of teachers white Baptist preachers
He was born with an Indian will
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His quiet dark eyes reading the light
As he rode in the low Osage hills
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His school was the prairie the Sage the wild berry
The Quail the wide open sky
The Cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river
The Redbud and the hot cattle drive
He had the eyes of a painter
Heart of a maker of songs
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
Precious and so quickly gone
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There were days filled with thinking nights with the drinking
For a lost love that raged like a storm
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Ah but how his eyes smiled when he talked to a child
The rough hands so gentle and warm
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His strong arms were brown where the long sleeves rolled down
On his faded blue cotton shirt
When times got hard he'd go out in the yard
And he'd cuss away some of his hurt
He had the eyes of a painter
Heart of a maker of songs
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
Precious and so quickly gone
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Now the garden's grown dusty the hand-axe lies rusty
The door's banging hard in the wind
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Grandpa's store is closed down like most of the town
And it won't be open again
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And a big white car sits out in the yard
Of the house he built solid and true
Ah but I see his eyes burning tonight
Like the stars in the sky he once knew
He had the eyes of a painter
Heart of a maker of songs
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
Precious and so quickly gone
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
Precious and so quickly gone
(moins de barrés)