Tom:
Introdução:
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Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
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You take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
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Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please,
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Gently 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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In 1920 when he stepped to the bar,
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Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
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In 1930 when the wall caved in,
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He paid his way selling red-eyed gin.
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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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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 lickins that the other ones had.
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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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Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
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Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
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Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
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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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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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Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
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You take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
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Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
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Gently 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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And it looks like the old man's gettin' on.