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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 it was a barefoot kid
They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did
You know Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town
I thought he was a hero I used to follow Clayton around
Clayton used to tell me son you better put that old guitar away
There ain't no money in it it'll lead you to an early grave
Oh 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
I often wondered why Clayton who seemed so good to me
Never took his guitar and made it down in Tennessee
Lord I guess if I'd admit it Clayton taught me how to drink booze
I can see him half stoned pickin' up the lovesick blues
When Clayton died I made him a promise I was gonna carry on somehow
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
I know there's a lot of big preachers they know a lot more than I do
Could be that the good Lord likes a little pickin' too
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died