Fred Eaglesmith – Pistols And Rifles

Based on this version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROuPxAAtvYw
Original in Em but I transposed it to Am with capo on 2nd fret


Am
Grandpa sits by the back door
G
And he can't see anymore
F
He lost his sight in '64
                                 Am
You can lead him like a horse to water
Am
But in the evening when the shadows get long
  G
I sit and I play him my favourite songs
F
He listens for a while but it doesn't take long
           Am
And he's a'hollerin'

Chorus:
        C                    G
He says play me a song about rifles and pistols,
C                              G
Winchesters, Smiths & Wessons, 45s and Enfields,
F
Saddle 'em up and ride 'em down
          Am
There's a darkness out on the edge of town
G                                   F
Preacher at the grave site with the bible
Am        G                      Am
Play me a song 'bout pistols and rifles

Grandpa's born in 1904
And he never fought in any war
Too old for the Second, too young for the First
They told him
But he loves to hear them cowboy songs
The ones that just go on and on
He listens till his head would nod
And he's a'snorin'

Chorus

Not last week, but the week before last
I led my old Grandpa down the path
Out where the prairie grasses grow for miles
I showed him where to point and how to stand
Put an old Henry rifle in his hand
And you should have heard him laughin'
when he got it firing

Chorus

Grandpa sits by the back door
And he can't see any more
He lost his sight in '64
You can lead him like a horse to water