Brown-Eyed Women Lyrics

Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry GarciaGone are the days when the ox fall downhe'd take up the yoke and plow the fields aroundGone are the days when the ladies said "please,gently Jack Jones won't you come to me?"Brown eyed women and red grenadinethe bottle was dusty but the liquor was cleanSound of the thunder with the rain pouring downand it looks like the old man's getting onIn 1920 when he stepped to the barhe drank to the dregs of the whiskey jarIn 1930 when the Wall caved inhe paid his way selling red eye ginBrown eyed women and red grenadinethe bottle was dusty but the liquor was cleanSound of the thunder with the rain pouring downand it looks like the old man's getting onDelilah Jones was the mother of twinstwo times over and the rest was sinsRaised eight boys, only I turned badDidn't get the lickings that the other ones hadBrown eyed women and red grenadinethe bottle was dusty but the liquor was cleanSound of the thunder with the rain pouring downand it looks like the old man's getting onTumble down shack in Bigfoot CountySnowed so hard that the roof caved inDelilah Jones went to meet her Godand the old man never was the same againBrown eyed women and red grenadinethe bottle was dusty but the liquor was cleanSound of the thunder with the rain pouring downand it looks like the old man's getting onDaddy made whiskey and he made it wellCost two dollars and it burned like hellI cut hick'ry to fire the stillDrink down a bottle and you're ready to killBrown eyed women and red grenadinethe bottle was dusty but the liquor was cleanSound of the thunder with the rain pouring downand it looks like the old man's getting on