Brown-Eyed Women - Grateful Dead

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,\nTake up the yoke and plow the fiends around.\nGone are the days when the ladies said' «Please,\nGentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me.»\nBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,\nThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.\nSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,\nAnd it looks like the old man’s gettin' on.\n1929 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.\n1030 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.\nBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,\nThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.\nSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,\nAnd it looks like the old man’s gettin' on.\nDelilah Jones was the mother of twins,\nTwo times over and the rest were sins.\nRaised eight boys, only I turned bad,\nDidn’t get the lickin’s that the other ones had.\nBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,\nThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.\nSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,\nAnd it looks like the old man’s gettin' on.\nTumble down shack on Big Foot country.\nSnowed so hard that the roof caved in.\nDelilah Jones went to meet her God,\nAnd the old man never was the same again.\nDaddy made whiskey and he made it well.\nCost two dollars and it burned like hell.\nI cut hick’ry just to fire the still,\nDrink down a bottle and be ready to kill.\nBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,\nThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.\nSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,\nAnd it looks like the old man’s gettin' on.\nGone are the days when the ox fall down,\nTake up the yoke and plow the fiends around.\nGone are the days when the ladies said' «Please,\nGentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me.»\nBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,\nThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.\nSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,