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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hiss Golden Messenger
Performer
Bradley Cook
Vocals
Matthew Boutwell McCaughan
Drums
M.C. Taylor
Vocals
Phillip Cook
Organ
William Tyler
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Songwriter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logan Matheny
Engineer
Texty
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
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia
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