whole song with all chords C#m E Gone are the days when the ox fall down, B A You take up the yoke and plow the fields around. C#m E Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please, A E Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me." 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. C#m E 1920 when he stepped to the bar, B A Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar. C#m E 1930 when the wall caved in, A E He paid his way selling red-eyed gin. 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. C#m E Delilah Jones was the mother of twins, B A Two times over and the rest were sins. C#m E Raised eight boys, only I turned bad, A E Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had. 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. 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 Abm Delilah Jones went to meet her God, A E And the old man never was the same again. Bm A E Daddy made whiskey and he made it well. Bm A E Cost two dollars and it burned like hell. C#m B A Abm I cut hick'ry just to fire the still, A E Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill. 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. C#m E Gone are the days when the ox fall down, B A You take up the yoke and plow the fiends around. C#m E Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please, A E Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me." 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.