I remember the day 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 old guitar and made it down in Tennessee Well, daddy said he drank a lot but I could never understand I knew he used to picked up in Ohio with a five piece band 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 gray 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 lotta big preachers that know a lot more than I do But it could be the good Lord likes a little picking too I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died...