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REm FA
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
DO SIb
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
REm FA
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please,
SIb FA
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?"
DO
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
SIb FA DO
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
SIb FA REm
Sound of the thunder with the rain fallin' down,
SOLm SIb FA
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 walls caved in,
He made his way sellin' red-eyed gin.
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
Two times over and the rest were sins.
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.
BRIDGE:
DOm SIb FA
Tumble down shack in Bigfoot county,
DOm SIb FA
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
REm DO SIb LAm
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
SIb FA
And the old man never was the same again.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well,
Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell.
I cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and ready to kill.
And in the key of D:
Brown-Eyed Woman
(Hunter, Garcia)
SIm RE
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
LA SOL
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
SIm RE
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please,
SOL RE
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?"
LA
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
SOL RE LA
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
SOL RE SIm
Sound of the thunder with the rain fallin' down,
MIm SOL RE
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 walls caved in,
He made his way sellin' red-eyed gin.
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
Two times over and the rest were sins.
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.
BRIDGE:
LAm SOL RE
Tumble down shack in Bigfoot county,
LAm SOL RE
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
SIm LA SOL LAm
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
SOL RE
And the old man never was the same again.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well,
Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell.
I cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and ready to kill.
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