Gone are the days when the ox fall 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"      Brown-eyed women and red grenadine   The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean   Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down   And it looks like the old man's gettin' on      1929 when he stepped to the bar   Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar   1930 when the wall caved in   He made his way selling red-eyed gin      Brown-eyed women and red grenadine   The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean   Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down   And it looks like the old man's gettin' on      Delilah 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 lickin's that the other ones had      Brown-eyed women and red grenadine   The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean   Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down   And it looks like the old man's gettin' on      Tumble down shack on 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 hick'ry just to fire the still   Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill      Brown-eyed women and red grenadine   The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean   Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down   And it looks like the old man's gettin' on      Gone are the days when the ox fall 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"      Brown-eyed women and red grenadine   The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean   Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down   And it looks like the old man's gettin' on   And it looks like the old man's gettin' on