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.