Chords for Brown-Eyed Women (Live at Hartford, CT, May 28, 1977)

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[C#m] Gone are the days [E] when the ox pulled out, _
[B] _ Take up the old [A] compiling fields of gold.
[C#m] _ Gone are the [E] days when the ladies said,
Let [A] _ their choice be [E] made.
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Down high in the new bed,
The _ _
[A] pot was done, the [E] digger [B] was clean.
[A] _ Sounded like a thunder [E] with the rain [C#m] falling [F#m] down,
And it looks like the old man's [E] getting old.
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_ 1920 when he [E] stepped to the pond, _
[B] He drank to the [A] drinks of the whiskey jug. _
[C#m] _ 1930 [E] when the wall came in,
[A] _ He made his way to the red [E]-eyed gin.
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Down high in the wing of a red-maned digger,
[A] The pot was dusty, [E] but the digger [B] was clean.
[A] Sounded like a thunder [E] with the rain [C#m] falling down,
[F#] And it looks like the [E] old [A] man's getting old. _ _ _ _ _ _
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Lila Jones [E] was mother of twelve,
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_ Time's over and [A] the rest was sickened.
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Raised eight boys, [E] only I turned five. _
[A] Didn't get the leggings of the other [E] boys' pants.
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Down high in the wing of a [E] red-maned digger,
[A] The pot was dusty, [E] but the digger [B] was clean.
[A] _ Sounded like a thunder [E] with the rain [C#m] falling down,
_ [F#m] And it looks like the old [A] man's [E] getting old. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] Crumpled down the shack [A] and laid [E] the wood pallet,
[Bm] _ Stole so hard [A] that the roof [E] came in.
[C#m] Lila [B] Jones [A] went to meet her [G#m]
God,
And the old man never was the same [E] again. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] And he made whiskey [E] and he made it well.
[B] _ Bought two dollars [A] and it burned a lot.
[C#m] _ I couldn't [D#m] get quit just [E] to buy a still.
[A] Drink down a bottle and you're rich [E] and king. _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] Down high in the wing of a red-maned digger,
[A] The bottle was [N] dusty, but the digger was clean. _ _ _
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