The Year That Clayton Delaney Died

I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died Save for the last two weeks, he suffered and cried Made a big impression on me I was just a barefoot kid They say he found religion at the end and I'm glad that he did Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town I thought that he was a hero, followed him around I often wondered why Clayton, who seemed so good to me Never took his guitar and played it in Tennessee Yeah, my Daddy said he drank a lot, I never understand Well I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five-piece band Clayton used to tell me son, best put that guitar away Ain't no money in it, leads you to an early grave I guess if I'll admit it, Clayton taught me how to drink booze I can see him half starved picking out the lovesick blues Clayton died I made him a promise, I would go on somehow I'd give a hundred bucks if he could see me now I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died Well nobody ever knew it, I went out in the woods and I cried And I know there's lots of good preachers, who know a lot more than I do But I wonder if the good lord likes a little pickin' too (I bet he does) I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died Yes, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died I said I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died Oh, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died I remember, I remember