Grateful Dead – Brown Eyed Women chords

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C#m                        EGone are the days when the ox fall down,
B                                 AYou take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
C#m                        EGone are the days when the ladies said, "Please,
A                                   EGentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."

BBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          BThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#mSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        EAnd it looks like the old man's gettin' on.

C#m                        E1920 when he stepped to the bar,
B                                 ADrank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
C#m                        E1930 when the wall caved in,
A                                   EHe paid his way selling red-eyed gin.

BBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          BThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#mSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        EAnd it looks like the old man's gettin' on.

C#m                        EDelilah Jones was the mother of twins,
B                                 ATwo times over and the rest were sins.
C#m                        ERaised eight boys, only I turned bad,
A                                   EDidn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.

BBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          BThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#mSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        EAnd it looks like the old man's gettin' on.

Bm                   A        ETumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Bm                      A          ESnowed so hard that the roof caved in.
C#m     B             A        G#mDelilah Jones went to meet her God,
        A                           EAnd the old man never was the same again.

Bm                   A        EDaddy made whiskey and he made it well.
Bm                      A          ECost two dollars and it burned like hell.
C#m     B             A        G#mI cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
        A                           EDrink down a bottle and be ready to kill.

BBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          BThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#mSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        EAnd it looks like the old man's gettin' on.

C#m                        EGone are the days when the ox fall down,
B                                 AYou take up the yoke and plow the fiends around.
C#m                        EGone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
A                                   EGentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."

BBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    A                        E          BThe bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
A                             E            C#mSound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       F#m                     A        EAnd it looks like the old man's gettin' on.
       F#m                      A       EAnd it looks like the old man's gettin' on.