Brown-Eyed Women chords

_ G#m _ C# _ _ _ _ _ G#m _ .
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_ C _ C#m _ Gone are the days D# when the E ox fall down, B You take up the old A pile of fields G around.
C _ C#m Gone are the E days when the lady said A please, Gentlemen that you know won't you E come.
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_ _ B Proud eyed women and red _ A grenadine, The bottom grows dusty but E the middle B is clean.
_ A Sound of C#m thunder with the rain fall down, F#m And it looks like the war games, _ E it won.
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_ B _ C#m _ _ 1920 D# when E he stepped to the bar, _ B Drank to the trace A of the whiskey jug.
C#m _ _ 1930 E when the ball came in, A He paid his way selling red E eye gin.
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_ _ B E Proud eyed B women and red grenadine, E A The bottom grows dusty E but the middle B is clean.
A Sound of thunder E.
with the rain C#m fall down, F#m And it looks like the war games, A _ E it won.
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_ _ _ C#m _ _ _ _ E _ .
Delilah _ _ A _ _ _ _ .
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_ C _ C#m _ _ D# Jones E was the mother of twins, B Two times older A than the rest of the six.
C#m _ Raised eight G# boys only E I turned bad, _ A Didn't get the things that the other E ones had.
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_ B Proud eyed women and red grenadine, A The bottom grows dusty E but the middle B is clean.
A _ Sound of D thunder E with the rain C#m fall down, F#m And it looks like the war games, E.
it won.
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Bm Jumbled up A shack and E big foot cabin, Bm _ Snort so A hard that the roof gave E in.
C#m _ B Delilah A Jones went to meet E her God, F#m And the old man never was the same E again.
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Daddy made D# whiskey E and it made it well, B.
Cost him E dollars and A burned like hell.
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I cut D# hickory E just to fire the steel, A.
Drink down the bottle and let it E to cool.
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_ _ _ _ _ B Proud eyed _ _ women and red grenadine, A The bottom grows dusty but E the middle B is A clean.
Sound of thunder with the E rain fall C#m down, F#m And it looks like the war A games, _ E it won.
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_ _ G#m _ _ C#m Gone A are the days E when the ox fall down, B _ Take up the old A plow and feed his mound.
C#m _ Gone are the days when the E lady said A please, Delilah Jones won't you E come to me.
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_ _ B Proud eyed women and red grenadine, A The bottom grows dusty but E the middle is B A clean.
Sound of thunder with E the G# rain fall C# F#m down, And it looks like the war A games, E it won.
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F#m And it looks like the war A games, E it won.
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