Greatest Stories Ever Told - "Brown Eyed Women"
By David Dodd
Here’s the plan—each week, I will blog about a different song, focusing, usually, on the lyrics, but also on some other aspects of the song, including its overall impact—a truly subjective thing. Therefore, the best part, I would hope, would not be anything in particular that I might have to say, but rather, the conversation that may happen via the comments over the course of time—and since all the posts will stay up, you can feel free to weigh in any time on any of the songs! With Grateful Dead lyrics, there’s always a new and different take on what they bring up for each listener, it seems. (I’ll consider requests for particular songs—just private message me!)
Continuing the theme from last week of songs from the never-recorded post-American Beauty studio album, how about if we talk about “Brown-Eyed Women”?
I went to Terrapin Crossroads not too long ago with a whole bunch of friends, mostly librarians, to compete in the Trivia Night contest, up against Phil and his team, and about five other teams. We came in third, and actually beat Phil’s team, which was pretty good, I thought. The only Grateful Dead-related trivia was a fill-in-the-blank lyrics question: “Delilah Jones was the mother of twins, _____ times over, and the rest were sins…” I am happy to say our team got that one right.
“Brown-Eyed Women,” a Garcia-Hunter song, was first played on August 23, 1971 at The Auditorium Theater in Chicago, about a month before the release of the Grateful Dead double live album, aka Skull and Roses, among other monikers. (Hey, this is a family blog!) It was last played by the band on July 6, 1995 at the Riverport Amphitheatre in Maryland Heights, Missouri, which made them miss playing it in Chicago by two days—that would have been an interesting symmetry. And it appeared on the Europe ’72 album, along with the most of the rest of the batch of new songs. It was incorrectly titled “Brown-Eyed Woman” on the album, a mistake which took awhile to rectify. It was played in concert 347 times.
Like “Jack Straw,” “Brown-Eyed Women” is set largely in the era of the Great Depression. It tells the story of a family living in a tumbledown shack in mythical Bigfoot County, somewhere back in the hills, it seems, where the family works the land and the father, Jack Jones, makes bootleg whisky. Jack was a ladies man in his youth, but those days are gone. It is a fairly straightforward tale of scraping by in hard times, where the mother, Delilah Jones, bears eight boys (no girls are mentioned, but an early version, on August 24, 1971 - the second performance of the song - mentions 13 children all told), of which four belong to two sets of twins. This is a couple whose attraction to each other is strong, clearly, and this is a woman who has done more than her share of childbearing and rearing. And when she dies, in the snowstorm that caves in the roof of the family home, Jack Jones is devastated - never the same again.
There is something quietly powerful about the bridge that relates this tragedy, with the culminating line: “and the old man never was the same again.” It’s a feeling that resonates with any of us who have lost a loved one, and especially a life partner. Or with any of us who have seen a parent lose a partner, as I did when my mom died, and indeed, my old man never was the same again—he seemed broken by the loss, and I believe he welcomed his own death when it came. Perhaps this is too much a personal story, but it comes to mind when I think about this song: when my dad met with his pastor after my mom died, he asked how it worked, the going to heaven / resurrection thing. Would Mom be immediately in heaven, looking down, and waiting for Dad’s arrival, or would they both be resurrected together with all of the dead when the Resurrection happened? In other words, his only theological concern was—when will I see Suzy again? And is she in heaven now, or do we both arrive simultaneously later?
I think it is the fact that Jack was never the same again after losing Delilah that makes us most able to like him, to step into his shoes for a moment, and to be able because of that empathy or sympathy to understand something about the life Jack Jones led, making moonshine to make it through the Depression - or to get through his own personal depression following the loss of Delilah.
The lines in the song that place it squarely in chronological time are the references to the onset of Prohibition - “1920 when he stepped to the bar” - and to the Wall Street crash of late 1929 - “1930 when the Wall caved in.” (Which always makes me think of “Greatest Story Ever Told,” with the line: “You can’t close the door when the wall’s caved in.”) Prohibition was repealed in 1933, but the art of backwoods whisky making was well-established by then, and surely continues to this day.
There are many other Jacks, and one other Delilah (along with a Delia, which seems close) in the Grateful Dead song repertoire. I love this about Grateful Dead songs—all the names of all the characters. But Jack comes up repeatedly. Someday there should be a little essay just about all those Jacks, from Jack Straw to the Jack who is asked not to dominate the rap, to Jack of Jack and Jill, to Wolfman Jack, to Jack the Ripper, to Jack-a-Roe. More than four of a kind in a hand of jacks, for sure.
Another story, which again, given the all-ages nature of this blog, I must not relate in full, has to do with an occasion featuring a bottle of grenadine and one certain brown-eyed woman….
Over to you all: family stories from the Great Depression (or from today’s parallel Great Recession)? Coping with the loss of a partner? Making it through hard times by hook or by crook? Women with brown eyes? Looking forward to your stories and reflections.
very nice, looks like the one's you see up here in the mountains. Popcorn Sutton made some of the finest sippin licker that there ever was.
Some might find this sacareligious, and maybe it's because they always seemed to play this one when I saw them, but this was a bathroom song for me. The lyrics are great, but I just can't seem to catch that tune.
There was a time when this was my favorite Dead song. Some of it was the narrator feeling his own age, both directly ("gone are the days . . .") and through his parents (mom died, and the old man never was the same again). It was also a good story. (Though it is one of those songs that Jerry messed up occasionally, mixing up or repeating verses. No offense!)
Maybe it's a "mondegreen", but I seem to remember believing that the line in at least one concert was, "Didn't get religion like the other ones had." (But then, I guess I've "heard" some weird things in other songs too -- for years, I thought that in "Me and My Uncle" in Skullfuck, the line was "I'm as honest as a gamblin' man can be", which certainly seems to make more sense that "Denver man".) But I digress.
I always appreciated the feeling that Jerry seemed to put into the lyrics, which is why I liked it so much. Other songs have surpassed it in my mind (Black Peter, Wharf Rat, Sing Me Back Home) because of the feeling in those songs, but there's still that memory every time I hear it.
About the sentimentality of this song in the family setting. Many is the time I have shed a tear or two listening to "...and the old man never was the same again." Timeless beyond doubt, Hunter rips the heart right out of us with Jerry and the boys sharing their fair load...
I always thought the lines, "Delilah Jones went to meet her God, and the old man never was the same again" meant that God never was the same, after Delilah got up there and got done with him.
The line,"didn't get the lickins the other ones had",reminded me of my dad. He was the last of eight kids. His dad died when he was three. I thought the kid was the last of eight, and the old man passed away. I also thought the line was "went to meet her guide". Such a wonderful song. I know these songs are timeless. I enjoyed them at 14, and still find meaning in them at 43. The band The Giving Tree do a KILLER cover of this. Check out youtube. Gone are the days when the ladies said please...Weird how Van Halen,Rush,etc. sound dated now. Not the Dead. The Dead are timeless.
The version of 'Brown-Eyed Women' that appears on Dick's Picks Volume 35 from 24 August 1971 is missing the bridge. Presumably, like 'The Greatest Story Ever Told' on Three From the Vault, this was an early version and the song was revised later on.
The bridge not only worked beautifully in a musical sense, but really added to the poignancy of the lyrics:
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
A lovely song, one of my favourites from the first time I heard it on Europe 72 in 1973, so it was great when it turned up when I saw them here in London, in 1974 and 1981, sadly not during the gig in 1990 (it was played a couple of days before). Only recently I was listening to some gigs from the last, sad year of 1995 when the band was getting decidedly creaky, and one song that still sounded fresh and nicely turned out was 'Brown-Eyed Women'.
As someone who enjoys a drink every now and then and also make my own beer, this song has always seemed very familiar...but who hasn't had to deal with loss of some kind?
This song and "Ramble on Rose" are two of the Dead's most solid songs - great lyrics, great stories, great music and fabulous breaks. Always liked to hear it early in the first set back in the 70s - just as things were coming on... It always put me in a really nice and safe mellow mood for the pyrotechnics sure to come later!
I have an old friend from Milwaukee, who always told me a story about his poetry professor in college in the 70s, how the teacher will put an example of the purest and perfect poetic creation, the chorus of this song:
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
Europe 72's version has always been a favorite
5/15/83's starts off like an old car and we go on a wild ride in the countryside
when i saw furthur in Eugene a couple years ago, they played it, and i sang along really loud. it was great.