Year Clayton Delaney Died

Played in most likely with a capo on the first fret. Intro: 3-------------|-------------|-3--------------|-------3-------| -0-2-3-----3--|-------------|--0-2-3---------|-3-2-0---/-/-/-| -------2------|-2-0---------|--------2-------|---------------| --------0-----|-----0-------|----------0-----|---------------| --------------|-------0---0-|----------------|---------------| --------------|---------1---|----------------|---------------| I remember THE YEAR THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED They said for the last two weeks That he suffered and cried It made a big impression on me Although I was a barefoot kid They said he got religion at the end 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: Yeah I remember THE YEAR THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED