Тональность: Bb major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Gray-haired and and flint-eyed,
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his his sunburned face lined
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Grandpa was a man of few words
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He had a way of not wanting to say
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Any more than he thought would be heard
Verse 2
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The long years of living,
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day-to-day giving
giving
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giving
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Had carved out a map on his face
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With little to lose,
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he’d learned how to choose
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And his choices were easy to trace
Verse 3
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He had the eyes of a painter
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Heart of a maker of songs
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His words fell like rain
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on the dry desert plain
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Precious and so quickly gone
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Verse 4
From a long line of teachers,
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white Baptist preachers
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He was born with an Indian will
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His quiet dark eyes, reading the light
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As he rode in the low Osage hills
Verse 5
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His school was the prairie,
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the sage, the wild berry
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The quail, the wide open sky
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The cottonwood thicket by
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the slow rolling river
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The Redbud and the hot cattle drive
Verse 6
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He had the eyes of a painter
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Heart of a maker of songs
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His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
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Precious and so quickly gone
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Verse 7
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There were days filled with thinking,
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nights with the drinking
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For a lost love that raged like a storm
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Oh, but how his eyes smiled,
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when he’d talk to a child
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The rough hands so
Verse 8
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His strong arms were brown,
where the long sleeves
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Rolled down,
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on his faded blue cotton shirt
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When times got hard,
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he’d go out in the yard
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And he'd cuss away some of his hurt
Verse 9
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He had the eyes of a painter
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Heart of a maker of songs
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His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
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Precious and so quickly gone
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Verse 10
Now the garden’s grown dusty,
hand axe lies rusty
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The door’s banging hard in the wind
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Grandpa’s store is closed down,
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like most of the town
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And it won’t be open again
Verse 11
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And the big white car,
sits out in the yard
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Of the house he built solid and true
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Oh, but I see his eyes, burning tonight
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Like the stars in the sky
Verse 12
eyes of a painter
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Heart of a maker of songs
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His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
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Precious and so quickly gone
Verse 13
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His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
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Precious and so quickly gone
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