Brown-Eyed Woman

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Am]Gone are the days when the ox fa[C]ll down
[G]Take up the yoke
and plow the [F]fields around
[Am]Gone are the days
when the [C]ladies said "Please
[F]Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to [C]me"

[Chorus 1]
[G]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The [F]bottle was dusty but the [C]liquor was [G]clean
[F]Sound of the thunder
with the [C]rain pouring [Am]down
And it [Dm]looks like the old [F]man's getting [C]on

[Verse 2]
[Am]1920 when he stepp[C]ed to the bar,
[G]drank to the dregs of the whi[F]skey jar
[Am]1930 when the wall[C] caved in,
he [F]made his way selling red-eyed [C]gin

[Chorus 2]
[G]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The [F]bottle was dusty but the [C]liquor was [G]clean
[F]Sound of the thunder
with the [C]rain pouring [Am]down
And it [Dm]looks like the old [F]man's getting [C]on

[Solo 1]
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[Am][C][F][F]
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[Verse 3]
[Am]Delilah Jones was the moth[C]er of twins
[G]Two times over and the res[F]t were sins
[Am]Raised eight boys, only I tu[C]rned bad
[F]Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones [C]had

[Chorus 3]
[G]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The [F]bottle was dusty but the [C]liquor was [G]clean
[F]Sound of the thunder
with the [C]rain pouring [Am]down
And it [Dm]looks like the old [F]man's getting [C]on

[Bridge 1]
[Gm]Tumble down shack in B[F]ig Foot coun[C]ty
[Gm]Snowed so hard that the roof[F] caved in[C]
[Am]Delilah Jone[Gm]s went to meet[F] her God[Em]
And the [F]old man never was the same a[C]gain

[Verse 4]
[Am]Daddy made whiskey and he ma[C]de it well
[G]Cost two dollars and it bur[F]ned like hell
[Am]I cut hickory just to fire[C] the still
[F]Drink down a bottle and be ready to kil[C]l

[Chorus 4]
[G]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The [F]bottle was dusty but the [C]liquor was [G]clean
[F]Sound of the thunder
with the [C]rain pouring [Am]down
And it [Dm]looks like the old [F]man's getting [C]on

[Verse 5]
[Am]Gone are the days when the ox fa[C]ll down
[G]Take up the yoke
and plow the [F]fields around
[Am]Gone are the days
when the [C]ladies said "Please
[F]Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to [C]me"

[Chorus 5]
[G]Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The [F]bottle was dusty but the [C]liquor was [G]clean
[F]Sound of the thunder
with the [C]rain pouring [Am]down
And it [Dm]looks like the old [F]man's getting [C]on
And it [Dm]looks like the old [F]man's getting [C]on