Grateful Dead - Brown eyed woman
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[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.