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Tytuł: Brown Eyed Women

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Brown Eyed Women
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  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
  Gen'ral 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 pouring down
  And it looks like the old man's getting on.
  
  1920 when he steped 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 pouring down
  And it looks like the old man's getting on.
  
  Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
  Two times over and the rest was 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 pouring down
  And it looks like the old man's getting on.
  
  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 burned like hell
  I cut hickory 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 pouring down
  And it looks like the old man's getting on.
  
  Gone are the days when the ox fall down
  You take up the yoke and plow the fields around
  Gone are the days when the ladies said please
  Gen'ral 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 pouring down
  And it looks like the old man's getting on
  And it looks like the old man's getting on.