Brown-Eyed Women ---  Hunter/Garcia

 

[Em]Gone are the days when the [G]ox fall down,
[D]Take up the yoke and plow the [C]fields around.
[Em]Gone are the days when the [G]ladies said, “Please,
[C]Gently Jack Jones, won’t you come home to [G]me?”
 

            [D]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
            The [C]bottle was dusty but the [G]liquor was [D]clean.
            [C]Sound of the thunder with the [G]rain pouring [Em]down,
            And it [Am]looks like the old man’s [C]getting’ [G]on.
 

[Em]In 1920 when he [G]stepped to the bar,
[D]Drank to the dregs of the [C]whiskey jar.
[Em]in 1930 when The [G]Wall caved in,
He [C]made his way sellin’ red-eye [G]gin.
 

            [D]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
            The [C]bottle was dusty but the [G]liquor was [D]clean.
            [C]Sound of the thunder with the [G]rain pouring [Em]down,
            And it [Am]looks like the old man’s [C]getting’ [G]on.
 

[Em]Delilah Jones was the [G]mother of twins,
[D]Two times over and the [C]rest was sins.
[Em]Raised eight boys, only [G]I turned bad.
[C]Didn’t get the lickings that the other ones [G]had.
 

            [D]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
            The [C]bottle was dusty but the [G]liquor was [D]clean.
            [C]Sound of the thunder with the [G]rain pouring [Em]down,
            And it [Am]looks like the old man’s [C]getting’ [G]on.
 

[Dm]Tumble-down shack in [C]bigfoot [G]county,
            [Dm]Snowed so hard that the [C]roof caved [G]in.
            [Em]Delilah [D]Jones went to [C]meet her [Em]God,
            And the [C]old man never was the same a-[G]gain.
 

[Em]Daddy made whiskey and he [G]made it well.
[D]Cost two dallars and it [C]burned like Hell.
[Em]I cut hick’ry just to [G]fire the still.
[C]Drink down a bottle and you’re ready to [G]kill.
 

            [D]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
            The [C]bottle was dusty but the [G]liquor was [D]clean.
            [C]Sound of the thunder with the [G]rain pouring [Em]down,
            And it [Am]looks like the old man’s [C]getting’ [G]on.
 

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