Brown-Eyed Women - Live at Barton Hall, Cornell University, Ithaca, NY 5/8/77

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, gently, 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
 Paid 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
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 Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
 Two times over, 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
 Tumbledown shack in Bigfoot 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
 It looks like the old man's getting 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, gently, 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
 And it looks like the old man's gettin' on