The Blue Dogs - Brown-Eyed Women lyrics

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 Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home 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 sellin' 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 She raised eight boys, only I turned bad Never got the things 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 in Bigfoot 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 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 Daddy made whiskey and he made it well Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell I cut hickory just to fire the still Drink down a bottle and ready to k** 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 Yeah, it looks like the old man's gettin'