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