Brown Eyed Women

Gone are the days when the ox fell down Take up the yoke and plow the fields around Gone are the days when the ladies said "Please, Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come to me" 1920 when he stepped to the bar Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar 1930 when the wall caved in He paid his way selling red-eyed gin Brown-eyed women and red grenadine The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean The sound of the thunder and the rain pouring down And it looks like the old man's getting on Deliliah Jones was the mother of twins Two times over and the rest were sins Raised eight boys only I turned bad Didn't get the lickings that the other ones had Tumble-down shack in Big Foot County Snowed so hard that the roof caved in Delilah Jones went to meet her God And the old man never was the same again Daddy made whiskey and he made it well Cost two dollars and it burned like hell I cut hickory just to fire the still I had just one drink and I was ready to kill