Brown-eyed Women chords by Hiss Golden Messenger

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse 1:
Bm                        D
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
A                                 G
You take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Bm                        D
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please,
G                                   D
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."

Chorus:
A
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    G                        D          A
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
G                             D            Bm
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       Em                     G        D         D F# Bm
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.

Verse 2:
Bm                        D
1920 when he stepped to the bar,
A                                 G
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
Bm                        D
1930 when the wall caved in,
G                                   D
He paid his way selling red-eyed gin.

Chorus:
A
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    G                        D          A
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
G                             D            Bm
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       Em                     G        D
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.

Verse 3:
Bm                        D
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
A                                 G
Two times over and the rest were sins.
Bm                        D
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
G                                   D         D F# Bm
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.

Chorus:
A
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    G                        D          A
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
G                             D            Bm
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       Em                     G        D
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.

Bridge:
Am                   G        D
Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Am                      G          D
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
Bm     A             G        F#m
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
        G                           D          D F# Bm
And the old man never was the same again.

Verse 4:
Bm                       D
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
A                       G
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
Bm                   D
I cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
G                                   D
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.

Chorus:
A
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    G                        D          A
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
G                             D            Bm
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       Em                     G        D         D F# Bm
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.

Verse 5:
Bm                        D
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
A                                 G
You take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Bm                        D
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
G                                   D
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."

Chorus:
A
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
    G                        D          A
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
G                             D            Bm
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,
       Em                     G        D
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.
       Em                      G       D
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.