Brown-Eyed Woman
Grateful Dead Lyrics


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Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."

[Chorus]
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man's getting on.

1929 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.

[Chorus]

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.

[Chorus]

Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
And the old man never was the same again.

Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
I cut hickory just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.

[Chorus]

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,




The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down,

Overall Meaning

Brown-Eyed Woman is a timeless classic from the Grateful Dead’s self-titled album. The song’s lyrics poetically describe a simpler time, where hard work on the farm, and drinking good whiskey was the norm. The first verse nostalgically references the days when farmers used oxen to till the fields, a time before mechanized agriculture. The second line of the verse hints at the change to come, where people would no longer use yokes to till the land but tractors. The following line refers to a time when a woman’s “ladies” would beckon her lover to come to her. Gentle Jack Jones represents the classic cowboy hero, a man who is tough yet gentle and kind-hearted.


The chorus of the song features the titular “Brown-eyed Woman,” a mysterious figure who serves as the subject of the song’s nostalgia. The chorus mentions a drink made with red grenadine, a sweet and tart syrup made from pomegranates. The bottles which housed the drink were dusty, a sign that they had been sitting untouched for some time, until they were uncorked and shared among friends. The imagery of the “Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down” adds to the nostalgic longing for a simpler time.


The final verse highlights the tragic circumstances that marked the end of that simpler time. The singer’s mother, Delilah Jones, gave birth to twins and raised eight boys, but only one of her sons, the singer, "turned bad". A "tumble-down shack in Big Foot County" is mentioned, where it snowed so hard that the roof caved in, presumably killing Delilah Jones. Her death had a profound effect on the singer's father, who made whiskey before and after her death. The final lines of the song refer again to the loss of a simpler time where hard labor and good whiskey were readily available.


Line by Line Meaning

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
The times have changed and we no longer rely on oxen for farming.


Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Instead, we use different equipment to till the land.


Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please, Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."
Women no longer have to wait for men to come to them, they can assert themselves.


[Chorus]
The refrain following each verse.


Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
A combination of two captivating things - beautiful women and an appealing drink.


The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Despite the old appearance of the bottle, the drink inside is still fresh.


Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
The heavy sound of thunder and the downpour create a stormy atmosphere.


And it looks like the old man's getting on.
The aging man seems to be experiencing a difficult time.


1929 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
The man began drinking from a whiskey jar nearly a century ago.


1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.
When the Great Depression hit, he had to find another source of income by selling homemade alcohol.


[Chorus]
The repeated refrain, signifying the connection between the chorus and the verses.


Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
Delilah had given birth to twins more than once.


Two times over and the rest were sins.
After the second time she gave birth to twins, the other children were considered illegitimate.


Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Despite raising eight sons, only one turned out negatively.


Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.
The son who turned bad wasn't disciplined as harshly as his siblings.


[Chorus]
The familiar refrain following this verse as well.


Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Describing a decrepit house located in a particular county.


Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
The harsh weather caused damage to the already unstable structure.


Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
Delilah passed away.


And the old man never was the same again.
Her death had a profound effect on the man's life.


Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
The man's father was skilled at making whiskey.


Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
The whiskey was potent and intense.


I cut hickory just to fire the still,
To make more whiskey, the singer cuts hickory for the still to burn.


Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.
Drinking too much of the potent whiskey could lead to aggressive behavior.


[Chorus]
The final refrain, not unlike the others in the song.


Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
The song ends with the same lines that began it.


Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Despite the changes that come with time, some things stay the same - like the job of farmers.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JEROME J. GARCIA, ROBERT C. HUNTER

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

1978garfield

This is the the song that made me fall in love with The Grateful Dead.
My mom was a grad student at a university.
During the summer I would ride in with her and she would take me to the library.
One floor had a bunch of record players and the library had an impressive vinyl collection.
I would go to the card catalog and write down the numbers of the records I wanted to listen to that day.
I remember they had Hendrix, Janis Joplin and others as well as the What a Long Strange Trip it's Been Grateful Dead compilation 2 album set. (Later I discovered much of that set was taken from Europe '72)
I would explore other albums but once I found them the Dead got checked out every time.
Mom would leave me with my stack of vinyl and I would spend the day listening to music.

I had heard and liked Truckin' and Casey Jones on the radio along with Touch of Grey and Hell In a Bucket so I knew who the dead were.
This song made me love them.

My dad played bass in a few country bands over the years.
Nothing he did sounded like "The Phil Zone".
That bass line was a symphony on it's own.
Combined with Jerry's vocals and guitar and the rest of the group's contributions I could not help but become one of the younger Dead Heads.

We lost mom to lung cancer a few years ago (she never smoked).
She had the most beautiful and expressive brown eyes.
This song makes me think of her and remember that she would take time out of her day to set me up with a stack of records along with the million other selfless things she did as I was growing up.

She can not come to me but I will go to her some point in the future.
Here is hoping wherever we wind up has at least as good as vinyl collection as that college library.

If anyone reads this thanks.
I still miss my mom every day.
She was the best person I have ever known and I try to live my life so that if she is watching she is proud or at least not too embarrassed.



John Marks

My pops exposed me to these timeless tunes when I was 5, he's a fundamentalist Christian. I exposed my daughter to it in utero. I have met all kinds of all walks and beliefs tenuously, but inseperately attached by the music. Our people.

Timeless is one word that sums up the music that is essentially the soundtrack of my life. Certain songs bring back memories of traveling all over this this planet in search of all the beauty this world has to offer, but I've most often found that beauty all across America catylized by music and hundreds or thousands of people who I still consider a true friends even though we only spent a week together a decade or two ago.

Many songs bring back the emotion of the worst down and out times of my life. I remember where I was listening to songs like this with my people who are no longer on this Earth.

But there's songs like Ripple, US Blues, Jack a Row, Dire Wolf and others good for enlightenment on any occasion. Ripple is simply pure sun light. My daughter whose almost 4 knows every word of the first chorus.

Places this music takes me also include the darkest times of my life. Those times define who I am today and I would trade for nothing.

US Blues is always good when Uncle Sam rips me off, hassles me, uses law enforcement to terrorize the poor and youth of this nation, and constantly sticks his nose in my business. Yet is somehow funny, when you're laughing about getting a $200 fine.

Jack a Row is fast paced and tells a timeless story while Dire Wolf has a sick chorus and is poetically comical.

All ages can equally love such beauty, whether your 60, or pushing 40 like me, or my three year old daughter. That embodies the definition of timeless.

Best of luck to you and yours, but especially too our adopted family of The Dead all over this beautiful country and world that took us in with open arms in the name of music, nothing more nothing less.



Kevin Gough

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man's getting on.
1929 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man's getting on.
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.
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man's getting on.
Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
And the old man never was the same again.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
I cut hickory just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man's getting on.
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down



All comments from YouTube:

1978garfield

This is the the song that made me fall in love with The Grateful Dead.
My mom was a grad student at a university.
During the summer I would ride in with her and she would take me to the library.
One floor had a bunch of record players and the library had an impressive vinyl collection.
I would go to the card catalog and write down the numbers of the records I wanted to listen to that day.
I remember they had Hendrix, Janis Joplin and others as well as the What a Long Strange Trip it's Been Grateful Dead compilation 2 album set. (Later I discovered much of that set was taken from Europe '72)
I would explore other albums but once I found them the Dead got checked out every time.
Mom would leave me with my stack of vinyl and I would spend the day listening to music.

I had heard and liked Truckin' and Casey Jones on the radio along with Touch of Grey and Hell In a Bucket so I knew who the dead were.
This song made me love them.

My dad played bass in a few country bands over the years.
Nothing he did sounded like "The Phil Zone".
That bass line was a symphony on it's own.
Combined with Jerry's vocals and guitar and the rest of the group's contributions I could not help but become one of the younger Dead Heads.

We lost mom to lung cancer a few years ago (she never smoked).
She had the most beautiful and expressive brown eyes.
This song makes me think of her and remember that she would take time out of her day to set me up with a stack of records along with the million other selfless things she did as I was growing up.

She can not come to me but I will go to her some point in the future.
Here is hoping wherever we wind up has at least as good as vinyl collection as that college library.

If anyone reads this thanks.
I still miss my mom every day.
She was the best person I have ever known and I try to live my life so that if she is watching she is proud or at least not too embarrassed.

Kenneth

Props to all our mothers my friends

jeffrey winding

God bless your mom

Chris Vickers

What a lovely tribute to your Mom. It brings tears to my eyes. 💔

Brian Edwards

This is genuinely one of the, if not the most wholesome and heartwarming comment I've had the pleasure of reading on YouTube. Thank you for sharing.

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Trey Bratcher

Who else feels like this music is just like the rays of the sun, it warms you all the way to the soul

gary tassi

Just what I was thinking too, always makes my day better.

Gerlinde Rosensteiner

Turn on the dead and feel good!

Lima Romeo

It feels like a relaxing summer day

4estfloor

Trey Bratcher It was from a time when people were operating at a different frequency, Literally.

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