And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
1920 when he stepped to the bar
I cut hickory just to fire the still
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please
1930 when the wall caved in
Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?"
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
Delilah Jones went to meet her God
Tumble down shack in Bigfoot County
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
And the old man never was the same again
Two times over and the rest were sins
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
He made his way sellin' red-eyed gin
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
Drink down a bottle and ready to kill
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?"
