Autoscroll
1 Column 
Text size
Transpose 0
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1]
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.
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 2]
C#m1920 when he stepped to theE bar, BDrank to the dregs of the whiskey Ajar. C#m1930 when the wall caved inE, AHe paid his way selling red-eyed ginE.
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 3]
C#mDelilah Jones was the motheEr of twins, BTwo times over and the rest were sAins. C#mRaised eight boys, only I tEurned bad, ADidn't get the lickin's that the othEer ones had.
[Chorus]
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.
[Solo] C#m E B A C#m E A E [Bridge]
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.
[Verse 4]
C#mDaddy made whiskey and he Emade it well. BCost two dollars and it Aburned like hell. C#mI cut hick'ry just to Efire the still, ADrink down a bottle and be Eready to kill.
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 5]
C#mGone are the days when the Eox fall down, BYou take up the yoke and plow the Afiends around. C#mGone are the days when the Eladies said' "Please, AGentle Jack Jones won't you come to Eme.
[Chorus]
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. And it F#mlooks like the old man's Agettin' Eon.