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Gone are the days when the ox fall down, |
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Take up the yoke and plow the fiends around. |
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Gone are the days when the ladies said' "please, |
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Gentle jack jones won't you come to me." |
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Brown-eyed women and red grenadine, |
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The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean. |
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Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down, |
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And it looks like the old man's gettin' on. |
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1929 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar. |
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1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin. |
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Brown-eyed women and red grenadine, |
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The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean. |
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Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down, |
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And it looks like the old man's gettin' on. |
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Delilah jones was the mother of twins, |
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Two times over and the rest were sins. |
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Raised eight boys, only i turned bad, |
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Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had. |
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Brown-eyed women and red grenadine, |
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The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean. |
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Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down, |
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And it looks like the old man's gettin' on. |
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Tumble down shack on big foot country. |
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Snowed so hard that the roof caved in. |
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Delilah jones went to meet her god, |
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And the old man never was the same again. |
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Daddy made whiskey and he made it well. |
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Cost two dollars and it burned like hell. |
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I cut hick'ry just to fire the still, |
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Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill. |
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Brown-eyed women and red grenadine, |
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The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean. |
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Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down, |
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And it looks like the old man's gettin' on. |
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Gone are the days when the ox fall down, |
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Take up the yoke and plow the fiends around. |
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Gone are the days when the ladies said' "please, |
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Gentle jack jones won't you come to me." |
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Brown-eyed women and red grenadine, |
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The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean. |
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Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down, |
