Chords for Guy Clark - "Immigrant Eyes" [Live from Austin, TX]

_ This is a song I wrote with a friend of mine named Roger Murrah.
It's called [A] Immigranize. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[A] Old Ellis Island was swarming
[E] _
[A] Like a scene from a [B] costume ball
[F#] _ _ [E]
Decked out in the colors of Europe
_ [A] And on fire with the hope [E] of it all
There [A] my father's own father stood huddled
[E] _ [D] with a tired
[C#m] hungry [B] and scared
[F#] _ _ [E]
Turned out the century pilgrims
_ [D] _
Bound [E] by the dream that they shared
_ _ [A] _
_ [E] They [A] were standing in lines just like cattle
_ _ [D] hope
[A] sordid and [B] chowder
_ _ [E] Some are one dust away from sweet freedom
Some [D] are torn [B] from some one [A] they love
Through this sprawling tower _
_ _ [D] Become a young man
[C#] confused [B] and alone
_ _ _ [E] Determined and bound for America
_ _ [D] Carrying [E] everything [A] that he owned
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] Sometimes when I look in my
_ grandfather's
Immigrant eye
I [E] see that day reflected _
Can't hold my [F#m] feelings inside
[D] I see starting with nothing
Working hard all of his [A] life
_ Well, don't [E] take it for granted say _ [Bm] grandfather's
_ [A] _ eyes
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ And my eye rocks and stares out the window
_ _ But [D] his eyes [C#] are still just as [B] clear
_ _ [E] as the day
sailed through the harbor
_ And come [D] ashore on the island [A] of tears
[E] _ [A] My _ grandfather's days are numbered _
[D] But I won't let his [C#] memory die
[B] _ _
God they [E] gave me [B] the gift of this country and [D] the look in [E] his
_ [A] _ _ _
[D] Sometimes when I look in my _
grandfather's immigrant [A] eye
_ [E] I see that day reflect
And I can't hold my feelings inside
[A] _ _
I [D] see starting with nothing
Working hard all [A] of his life
_ [E] So don't take it for granted say grandfather's
_ _ [A] No, _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ don't take it for granted [E] say grandfather's
_ _ [A]
This _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] is a _ _ _ [N] song about a man who's kind of like my grandfather _
Actually is my grandmother's boyfriend _ _ _ _
_ _ He's a pretty crusty old guy he _
He's a wildcatter.
I guess y'all know what that is guy just drills oil wells for the hell of it
_ Don't matter if you get anything _ _
but
_ His name is Jack Prigg and he drilled oil wells all over the world first wells in the Middle East and South America back in the 20s _ _
he was old when I was born and
He's got tell me how to