Jimmy Clay

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 As you walk down the street, who 
    Am
will follow you?
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 Six o'clock, the hour´s getting 
Am
late.
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 And The moon it is rising as the 
Am
sticky dew
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 Mold is on the ground by the gate.
 With your rifle on your shoulder as
 you walk along
 Listening to your boot-heels hit 
the sod
 Smoking a cigar as you hum a song
 Thinking of your mother, and your 
God

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 Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay
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 As you smoke your cigar and you 
Am
earn your pay.
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 And fifty thousand soldiers just 
Am
marching by your side
F                 G            Am
 But still you're alone, Jimmy Clay.

 Remember New York town, good old 
New York town?
 The friends, the drinks, the cops 
and all
 And the whores who took your money 
when you couldn't stand
 And all those roaring nights you 
can't recall?
 And remember Alice Fay, good old 
Alice Fay?
 Well, she'd been through life at 
least ten times around
 But when she said she loved you, 
yeah she meant it, boy
 Remember the night you nearly 
drowned?

 Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay
 As you smoke your cigar and you 
think on yesterday
 Well, yesterday don't matter when 
its gone away
 Where´s it gone, Jimmy Clay?

 So as you lie there in the mud, who
 will talk to you?
 Nobody, Jimmy Clay
 For when you're gone mankind will 
follow after you
 Doesn't it, Jimmy Clay?
 And your face is growing moldy 
where they kissed your lips
 And said "Please die for us, Jimmy 
Clay"
 And so you died a soldier and a 
hero's death
 Congratulations, Jimmy Clay.

 Now you are alone, Jimmy Clay
 You can smoke your cigar, you have 
earned your pay
 And somewhere in the distance you 
can hear the fiddler play
 But not one note will change, Jimmy
 Clay