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

I told Althea I was feeling lost Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny My back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, "Now cool down, boy. Settle back. Easy, Jim." You may be Saturday's child all-grown Moving with a tinge of grace You may be a clown in the burying ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream - Honest to the point of recklessness Self centered to the extreme Ain't nobody messin' with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth Baby, it's your fire But, baby... don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said— That's what she said to me: You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is getting hot You know this space is getting hot I told Althea I'm a roving sign And I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, "OK. That's fine." So now I'm out trying to catch her Can't talk to you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old thing Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring

As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, From the other direction, she was calling my eye, It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try. She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. As I picked up my matches and was closing the door, I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before. Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong. Seldom turns out the way it does in a song. Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right. Well, there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes, I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by. The wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"; The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band.