Year Clayton Delaney Died

Played in C# most likely with a capo
 on the first fret.

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C
I remember THE YEAR

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THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED

     F
They said for the last two weeks

                     C
That he suffered and cried

   F
It made a big impression on me

                           C
Although I was a barefoot kid

                                 G
They said he got religion at the end

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                     C
And I'm glad that he did


Clayton was the best guitar picker
In our town
I thought he was a hero
And I used to follow Clayton around
I often wondered why Clayton
Who seemed so good to me
Never took his guitar
And made it down in Tenn-o-see

Well daddy said he drank a lot
But I could never understand
I knew he used to pick up in Ohio
With a five piece band
Clayton used to tell me son
You'd better put that ol' guitar 
away
There ain't no money in it
It will lead you to an early grave

I guess if I'd admit it
Clayton taught me how to drink booze
I can see him half stoned
A-pickin' out the Lovesick Blues  

When Clayton died I made him a 
promise
I was going to carry on some how
I'd give a hundred dollars
If he could only see me now

I remember THE YEAR
THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED
Nobody ever knew it
But I went out in the woods and I 
cried
While I know there's a lot of big 
preachers
That know a lot more than I do
It could be that the good Lord
Likes a little pickin' too

Coda:
C
Yeah I remember THE YEAR

G7                  C
THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED