Brown-Eyed Women - Hiss Golden Messenger

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

Gentle 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 pourin' down

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 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 pourin' down

And it looks like the old man’s gettin' on

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

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine

The bottle was dusty, but the liquor was clean

Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down

And it looks like the old man’s gettin' on

Tumble down shack on 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 it burned like hell

I cut hick’ry 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 pourin' down

And it looks like the old man’s gettin' on

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

Gentle 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 pourin' down

And it looks like the old man’s gettin' on