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| | C#m | E |
| | Gone are the days when the | ox fall down, |
| | B | A |
| | You take up the yoke and plow the | fields around. |
| | C#m | E |
| | Gone are the days when the | ladies said, "Please, |
| | A | E |
| | Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to | me." |
| | B |
| | Brown-eyed women and red grenadine, |
| | A | E | B |
| The | bottle was dusty but the | liquor was | clean. |
| | A | E | C#m |
| | Sound of the thunder with the | rain pourin' | down, |
| | F#m | A | E |
| 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 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, |
