Rifles and  Pistols 
Fred Eaglesmith

Em
Grandpa sits by the back door
D
And  he can't see anymore
C
He lost his sight in "64"
                                         Em
lead him like a horse to water.

Em
And in the evening in when the shadows get long
D
I sit and play him my favorite songs
C
He listens for a while and it doesn't take long
                       Em
and there's a holler.

Chorus

G                                                        D
And he says play me a song about rifles and pistols
G                                                    D
Winchesters, Smith & Wesson, 45's and Enfields
C
Saddle 'em up and ride 'em down 
                Em
there's a darkness out on the edge of town
D                                                     C
Preacher at the graveside with a bible
Em            D                                   Em
Play me a song about pistols and rifles


Grandpa's born in 19-4
And he never fought in any war
To old for the second to young for the first he told me.

But he loves to hear them cowboy songs
The ones that just go on and on
He'd listen till his head would nod and he's a snoring.

Chorus

Brake
Em D C Em (x2)









Not last week but the week before last
I led my old grandpa down the path
Out where prairie grasses grow for miles.

I showed him where to point and how to stand
I put an old Henry rifle in his hand
You should heard him laughin when he got it fired.

Chorus

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