DmF
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
CBb
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
DmF
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please,
BbF
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?"
C
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
BbFC
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
BbFDm
Sound of the thunder with the rain fallin' down,
GmBbF
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.
1920 when he stepped to the bar,
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the walls caved in,
He made his way sellin' red-eyed gin.
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.
Bridge:
CmBbF
Tumble down shack in Bigfoot county,
CmBbF
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
DmCBbAm
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
BbF
And the old man never was the same again.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well,
Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell.
I cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and ready to kill.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.