I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
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They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried
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It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid
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They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did.
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Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town
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I thought he was a hero, I used to follow Clayton around
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I often wondered why Clayton who seemed so good to me
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Never took his guitar and made it down in Tennessee.
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Well daddy said, he drank a lot but I could never understand
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I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five piece band
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Clayton used to tell me "Son, you'd better put that ol' guitar away
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There ain't no money in it, it will lead you to an early grave."
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I guess if I'd admit it Clayton taught me how to drink booze
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I can see him half stoned a-pickin' out the Lovesick Blues
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When Clayton died I made him a promise, I was going to carry on some how
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I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now.
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I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
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Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried
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While I know there's a lot of big preachers
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That know a lot more than I do
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It could be that the good Lord
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Likes a little pickin' too.
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Yeah, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died...
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The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
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| Bobby Bare |
