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whole song with all chords
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.
C#m E
1920 when he stepped to the bar,
B A
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
C#m E
1930 when the wall caved in,
A E
He paid his way selling red-eyed gin.
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.
C#m E
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
B A
Two times over and the rest were sins.
C#m E
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
A E
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.
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.
Bm A E
Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Bm A E
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
C#m B A Abm
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
A E
And the old man never was the same again.
Bm A E
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
Bm A E
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
C#m B A Abm
I cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
A E
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.
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.
C#m E
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
B A
You take up the yoke and plow the fiends 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.
F#m A E
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.
