Brown-Eyed Women

Lyrics By: Robert Hunter Music By: Jerry Garcia

Gone are the days when the ox fall down. Take up the yoke and plough 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 pouring down And it looks like the old man's getting on

Nineteen twenty when he stepped to the bar Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar Nineteen thirty when the wall caved in He made his way selling 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 lickings that the other ones had

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 it burned like hell. I cut hickory just to fire the still Drink down a bottle and you're ready to kill

And it looks like the old man's getting on