and plow the fields around
won't you come home to me
Brown eyed women in red grenadine
with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old
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 selling red -eyed gin
Brown -eyed women and red grenadine
with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old
Lila Jones was the mother of twins
Two times over, the rest was sin
Race day boys and only our turn back
Brown eyed women and red grenadine
with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man is getting on
Delilah Jones went to meet her God
And the old man never was
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell
I cut hickory just to find the still
Brown eyed women, a red grenadine
with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man's getting
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
and plow the fields around
won't you come home to me?
Burned -out women and red grenadine
with the rain falling down
And it looks like the old
And it looks like the old man's getting
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
