Am
Gone are the days when the
C
ox fall 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 home to
C
me?”
CHORUS:
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 fallin’
Am
down,And it
Dm
looks like the old man’s
F
gettin’
C
on.
Am
1920 when he
C
stepped to the bar,
G
Drank to the dregs of the
F
whiskey
jar.
Am
1930 when the
C
walls caved in,
F
He made his way sellin’
C
red-eyed
gin.
Am
Delilah Jones was the
C
mother of twins,
G
Two times over and the rest
F
were
sins.
Am
Raised eight boys, only
C
I turned bad,
F
Didn’t get the lickin’s that the other
C
ones
had.CHORUSBRIDGE:
Gm
Tumble down shack in
F
Bigfoot
C
county,
Gm
Snowed so hard that the
F
roof caved
C
in.
Am
Delilah
G
Jones went to
F
meet her
C
God,And the
Dm
old man never was the same
C
again.
Am
Daddy made whiskey and he
C
made it well,
G
Cost two dollars and it burnt
F
like
hell.
Am
I cut hick’ry just to fire
C
the
still,
F
Drink down a bottle and ready
C
to
kill.
CHORUS
Am
Gone are the days when the
C
ox fall 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 home to
C
me?”
These known chords are used in this song.