Grateful Dead - Brown eyed women

^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's^A gettin' ^Eon.

^C#m1920 when he stepped to the^E bar, ^BDrank to the dregs of the whiskey ^Ajar. ^C#m1930 when the wall caved in^E, ^AHe paid his way selling red-eyed gin^E.

^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's^A gettin' ^Eon.

^C#mDelilah Jones was the mothe^Er of twins, ^BTwo times over and the rest were s^Ains. ^C#mRaised eight boys, only I t^Eurned bad, ^ADidn't get the lickin's that the oth^Eer ones had.

^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's^A gettin' ^Eon.

^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 a^Egain.

^BmDaddy made whiskey an^Ad he made^E it well. ^BmCost two dollars and it ^Aburned like^E hell. ^C#mI cut hi^Bck'ry just to ^Afire the ^G#mstill, Drink do^Awn a bottle and be ready to ^Ekill.

^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's^A gettin' ^Eon.

^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."

^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's^A gettin' ^Eon. And it ^F#mlooks like the old man's ^Agettin' ^Eon.