Painting Me Pictures

My father was a painter
With his brush he spoke
Showin' me all kinds of things
With different colors and strokes
Paintin' me pictures
Of what life's all about
Paintin' me pictures
Helpin' me figure it out

As through this life
You travel friend
As through this world you spin
Ain't no kinda accident
The places you end up in
And the people
You rub shoulders with
And the edges that rub off
Oh they shape you
And they mold you
And they make you who you are

Well my uncle heard the call
Of the sea when he was young
He left port many times
And he weathered many a storm
And he told me tales of far away
And the people he would meet
And he gave me a love
For things I couldn't see

As through this life
You travel friend
As through this world you spin
Ain't no kinda accident
The places you end up in
And the people
You rub shoulders with
And the edges that rub off
Oh they shape you
And they mold you
And they make you who you are

Well I knew the village tinker
In the town where I grew up
And he could fix anything
Others thought was broke
Things others would cast away
He could restore
Making them as good as new
So they could work some more

As through this life
You travel friend
As through this world you spin
Ain't no kinda accident
The places you end up in
And the people
You rub shoulders with
And the edges that rub off
Oh they shape you
And they mold you
And they make you who you are

Well my father was a painter
And with his brush he spoke
Showin' me all kinds of things
With different colors and strokes
Paintin' me a masterpiece
So I could see
Thanks Dad for paintin'
Such a big big big
Picture of God for me



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Beumer
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