Dm F Bb   F   (C)(Db)
            Dm                                            F
               Gone are the days when the ox falls down
               C                                            Bb
               Take up the yoke, plow the fields around
            Dm                                            F
               Gone are the days when the ladies said, please
               Bb                                                               F
               Gently Jack Jones won't you come on to me

                              C
                              Brown eyed women and red grenadine
                                     Bb                                     F                C
                              The bottle was dusty, but the liquor was clean
                              Bb                                             F                  Dm
                              Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
                                        Gm                                    Bb       F    (C)(Db)
                              And it looks like the old man is gettin' on...

               Nineteen-twenty when he stepped to the bar
               Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
               Nineteen-thirty when the walls caved in
               He made 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 pouring down
                              And it looks like the old man is gettin' on...
                                                 *Solo*   (verse)

               Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
               Two times over and the rest were sins
               Raised eight boys, only I turned bad
               I didn't get the lickins 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 pouring down
                              And it looks like the old man is gettin' on...

                                         Cm                                 Bb          F
                                            Tumble down shack in Bigfoot County
                                         Cm                                      Bb             F
                                            Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
                                          Dm        C                      Bb           Am
                                            Delilah Jones went to meet her God
                                                         Bb                                               F     (C)(Db)
                                            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 wood to fire up the still
               Drink down a bottle and you're 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 pouring down
                              And it looks like the old man is gettin' on

               Gone are the days when the ox falls down
               Take up the yoke, plow the fields around
               Gone are the days when the ladies said, please
               Gently Jack Jones won't you come on 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 is gettin' on
                                        Gm                                    Bb       F
                              And it looks like the old man is gettin' on...