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Intro 1
Verse 1
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Grandpa was a man of few words
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He had a way of not wanting to say
Verse 2
giving
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giving
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Had carved out a map on his face
Verse 3
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Verse 4
From a long line of teachers,
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He was born with an Indian will
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His quiet dark eyes, reading the light
Verse 5
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The quail, the wide open sky
Verse 6
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His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
Verse 7
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There were days filled with thinking,
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For a lost love that raged like a storm
Verse 8
where the long sleeves
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Cm
on his faded blue cotton shirt
Verse 9
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His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
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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
Verse 11
sits out in the yard
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Cm
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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His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
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