Lyrics Brown-Eyed Women - Grateful Dead

Brown-Eyed Women

Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said please
Gen’ral Jack Jones won’t you come to me.
Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.
1920 when he steped to the bar
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar,
1930 when the wall caved in
He made 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 pouring down
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
Two times over and the rest was sins
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad
Didn’t get the lickin’s that the other ones had.
Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.
Tumble down shack in Big Foot County
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
Delilah Jones went to meet her god
And the old man never was the same again.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well
Cost two dollars and burned like hell
I cut hickory just to fire the still
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.
Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
You take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said please
Gen’ral Jack Jones won’t you come to me.
Brown eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man’s getting on
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.