Brown-eyed Women Lyrics - Singles - The Blue Dogs

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 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 

Yeah, it looks like the old man's gettin'