Brown Eyed Women Songtext
von The Giving Tree Band

Gone are the days when the ox fell down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said
"Please, Gentle Jack Jones, won′t you come to me"

1920 when he stepped to the bar
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
1930 when the wall caved in
He paid his way selling red-eyed gin


Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
The sound of the thunder and the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man's getting on

Deliliah Jones was the mother of twins
Two times over and the rest were sins
Raised eight boys only I turned bad
Didn′t get the lickings that the other ones had

Tumble-down shack in Big Foot County
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
Delilah Jones went to meet her God
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 just to fire the still
I had just one drink and I was ready to kill