Gone are the days when the ox fall down
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Take up the yoke and plow the fiends around
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Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please
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Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."
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Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
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The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
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Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
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And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
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1920 when he stepped to the bar,
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drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
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1930 when the wall caved in,
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he made his way selling red-eyed gin
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[ CHORUS ] / [SOLO]
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Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
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Two times over and the rest were sins
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Raised eight boys, only I turned bad
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Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had
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[ CHORUS ]
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[BRIDGE]
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Tumble down shack on Big Foot country
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Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
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Delilah Jones went to meet her God and the old man never was the same again
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Daddy made whiskey and he made it well
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Cost two dollars and it burned like hell
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I cut hick'ry just to fire the still
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drink down a bottle and be ready to kill
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[ CHORUS ]
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Gone are the days when the ox fall down
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Take up the yoke and plow the fiends around
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Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please
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Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."
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[ CHORUS ]
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