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