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 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