Brown Eyed Women

[Intro]
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[Walk up]
Bm Cm C#m

[Verse 1]

C#m                        E
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
B                                 A              Bm Cm C#m
You take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
C#m                        E
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please,
A                                   E
Gently Jack Jones won't you come to me."


[Chorus]

B
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          B
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#m
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        E        Bm Cm C#m
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.


[Verse 2]

C#m                   E
In 1920 when he stepped to the bar,
B                                 A    Bm Cm C#m
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
C#m                        E
In 1930 when the wall caved in,
A                                   E
He paid his way selling red-eyed gin.


[Chorus]

B
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          B
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#m
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        E     Bm Cm C#m
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.


[Verse 3]

C#m                        E
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
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Two times over and the rest were sins.
C#m                        E
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
A                                          E
Didn't get the lickins that the other ones had.


[Chorus]

B
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          B
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#m
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        E   Bm Cm C#m
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.


[Bridge]

Bm                   A        E
Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Bm                      A     E
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
C#m     B             A        G#m
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
A                                   E          Bm Cm C#m
And the old man never was the same again.


[Verse 4]

C#m                       E
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
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Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
C#m                   E
I cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
A                                   E
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.


[Chorus]

B
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          B
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#m
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        E         Bm Cm C#m
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.


[Verse 5]

C#m                        E
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
B                                 A             Bm Cm C#m
You take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
C#m                        E
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
A                                   E
Gently Jack Jones won't you come to me."


[Outro]

B
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          B
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#m
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        E
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.
       F#m                      A       E
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.