Brown Eyed Women

Gone are the days when the ox fell 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"
 1920 when he stepped to the bar
 Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
 1930 when the wall caved in
 He paid his way selling red-eyed gin
 Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
 The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
 The sound of the thunder and the rain pouring down
 And it looks like the old man's getting on
 Deliliah 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
 I had just one drink and I was ready to kill