Brown Eyed Women

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Gone are the days when the ox fall down

Take up the yoke and plow the fields around

Gone are the days when the ladies said please

Gen'ral 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 pouring down

And it looks like the old man's getting on.



1920 when he steped to the bar

drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar,

1930 when the wall 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 pouring down

And it looks like the old man's getting on.



Delilah Jones was the mother of twins

Two times over and the rest was sins

Raised eight boys, only I turned bad

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 pouring down

And it looks like the old man's getting on.



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 burned like hell

I cut hickory 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 pouring down

And it looks like the old man's getting on.



Gone are the days when the ox fall down

You take up the yoke and plow the fields around

Gone are the days when the ladies said please

Gen'ral 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 pouring down

And it looks like the old man's getting on

And it looks like the old man's getting on