Brown-Eyed Women

Well, gone are the days when the ox fall down
 You take up the yoke and plow the fiends around
 Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please, gentle Jack Jones, won't you come to me?"
 Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
 The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
 Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
 And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
 1920 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
 1930 when the walls caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin
 Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
 The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
 Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
 And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
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 Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
 Two times over and the rest were sins
 Raised eight boys, only I turned bad
 I didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had
 Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
 The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
 Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
 And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
 Tumble down shack on Big Foot country
 Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
 Delilah Jones went to meet her God
 And the old man never was the same again
 Well, daddy made whiskey and he made it well
 It cost two dollars and it burned like hell
 Oh, I cut hicker just to fire the still
 Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill
 Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
 The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
 Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
 And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
 Oh, gone are the days when the ox fall down
 You take up the yoke and plow the fiends around
 Hey, gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please, gentle Jack Jones, won't you come to me?"
 Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
 The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
 Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
 And it looks like the old man's gettin' on