The Year That Clayton Delaney Died

I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
They say for the last two weeks 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
I'm glad that he did

Clayton was the best guitar player in our town
I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around
He used to tell me "Boy, you better throw that old guitar away
There ain't no money in it
It'll lead you to a early grave"

I guеss if I'd admit it old Clayton taught me how to drink booze
I can see him half stoned, picking out thе "Lovesick Blues"
When he died I made him a promise
I'd carry on somehow
I'd give a hundred dollars
If he could only hear me now

Hey I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
Nobody ever knew it, I went out in the woods and cried
I know there's a whole lot of preachers
They know a lot more than I do
But it could be the good lord Likes a little pickin' too
I remember the year
That Clayton Delaney died