Brown-Eyed Women
Grateful Dead Lyrics


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Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fiends 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
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 wall caved in, he paved 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 pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' 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 pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Tumble down shack on Big Foot country
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 hick'ry 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 pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fiends 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
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on

Overall Meaning

The Grateful Dead's song Brown Eyed Women tells the story of a man's life, with all its ups and downs, through the memories of a narrator. The song's first verse describes the past when oxen were used to plow the fields and gentle Jack Jones was sought out by ladies. The second verse refers to the singer's father and his whiskey making, and how he would cut hickory just to fire the still. The chorus repeatedly mentions "brown-eyed women and red grenadine," suggesting a longing for days gone by and perhaps a deeper sense of loss. The third verse is about Delilah Jones, a mother of eight boys, one of whom turned bad. Her death in a snowstorm leaves the old man forever changed. The final verse brings us back to the present, when the days of oxen and the ladies' pleas are gone.


The song is a commentary on the passage of time and the inevitability of change. The lyrics use references to alcohol and women to capture a sense of nostalgia for a simpler time that may never have existed. The repeated mention of "brown-eyed women and red grenadine" creates a dreamlike imagery of the past, a time without responsibility or worry. However, the reality of life is that things change and people die, leaving those left behind to reflect on what was.


Line by Line Meaning

Gone are the days when the ox fall down
The past is gone when the oxen would just collapse; we must now use the yoke to control them and plow the field


Take up the yoke and plow the fiends around
We must step up and take responsibility by using the yoke to control the stubborn oxen and plow the field


Gone are the days when the ladies said' 'Please Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me'
The times are changing, and women are no longer begging for the attention of men like Gentle Jack Jones


Brown-eyed women and red grenadine, The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
The women with beautiful brown eyes are the company that makes the sweet red grenadine taste even better, despite the dusty bottle and the cleanly liquor


Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down, And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
The sound of the storm amplifies the sense of aging and deteriorating one's health


1920 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
In 1920, the man enjoyed a drink of the remnants of the whiskey jar


1930 when the wall caved in, he paved his way selling red-eyed gin
By the 1930s, the man had become a bootlegger selling his signature red-eyed gin after an incident where a wall collapsed


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
Delilah Jones gave birth to twins twice, and the other children were a result of her sins. The artist of the song is one of the eight boys but acted poorly despite not receiving as much discipline as the others


Tumble down shack on Big Foot country, Snowed so hard that the roof caved in, Delilah Jones went to meet her God, And the old man never was the same again
In a rundown shack in a country inhabited by Big Foot, the snow caused the roof to collapse and resulted in the death of Delilah Jones. This event caused a significant change in the old man's life


Daddy made whiskey and he made it well, Cost two dollars and it burned like hell, I cut hick'ry just to fire the still, Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill
The artist's father was a skilled whiskey-maker whose product sold well for two dollars despite being difficult to drink. The artist had to collect hickory in order to fuel the still, and once the drink was consumed, it caused aggression


Gone are the days when the ox fall down, Take up the yoke and plow the fiends around, Gone are the days when the ladies said' 'Please Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me'
The repetition of the chorus acknowledges the change in times and the need to move forward in life




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

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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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