Brown-Eyed Women (Live At Tivoli Concert Hall, Denmark) - Grateful Dead

Gone are the days when the ox fall down, Take up the yoke and plow the fiends 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. 1030 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 country. 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 fiends 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,

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 pouring down, And it looks like the old man's getting 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 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 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 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 it 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, 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 getting on

Women Be wise Women be wise Keep your mouth shut Don't advertise your man Don't sit around gossiping Explaining what your good man really can do Some women nowadays Lord they ain't no good They will laugh in your face Then try to steal your man from you Women be wise Keep your mouth shut Don't advertise your man Your best girlfriend She might be a highbrow She changes clothes 3 times a day What do you think she's doing now While you're so far away She's loving your man in your own damn bed You better call for the doctor, mama Try to investigate your head Women be wise, keep your mouth shut Don't advertise your man Women be wise, keep your mouth shut Don't advertise your man Don't sit around, girl Telling all your secrets Telling all those good things he really can do If you talk about your baby You tell me he's so fine Lord honey I just might sneek up and try to make him mine Women be wise Keep your mouth shut Don't advertise your man Don't be no fool Don't advertise your man (baby don't do it)

She came without a farthing A babe without a name So much ado about nothing Is what she'd try to say So much ado, my lover So many games we played Through every fleeted Summer Through every precious day All dead, all dead All the dreams we had And I wonder why I still live on All dead, all dead And alone, I'm spared My sweeter half instead All dead and gone All dead All dead, all dead At the rainbow's end And still, I hear her own sweet song All dead, all dead Take me back again You know my little friend's All dead and gone Her ways are always with me I wander all the while But, please, you must forgive me I am old but still a child All dead, all dead But I should not grieve In time it comes to everyone All dead, all dead But in hope, I breathe Of course, I don't believe You're dead and gone All dead and gone