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C#mGone are the days when the Eox fall down, BYou take up the yoke and plow the Afields around. C#mGone are the days when the Eladies said, "Please, AGentle Jack Jones won't you come to Eme."
BBrown-eyed women and red grenadine, The Abottle was dusty but the Eliquor was Bclean. ASound of the thunder with the Erain pourin' C#mdown, And it F#mlooks like the old man'sA gettin' Eon.
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. 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. 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 pourin' down, And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.
BmTumble down shack in ABig Foot Ecounty. BmSnowed so hard that the Aroof caved Ein. C#mDelilah BJones went to Ameet her G#mGod, And the Aold man never was the same aEgain.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well. Cost two dollars and it burned like hell. I cut hick'ry 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 pourin' down, And it looks like the old man's gettin' on. Gone are the days when the ox fall down, You take up the yoke and plow the fiends around. Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please, Gentle 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 pourin' down, And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.
And it F#mlooks like the old man's Agettin' Eon.