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Date: 3/9/97; 10:21:16 PM
From: The Pacettis <Elliott.Pacetti@nashville.com>
Subject: RE: Hello


THE YEAR THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED
Words and Music by Tom T. Hall

Played in C# most likely with a capo on the first fret.

Intro:

G    C           G7              C                   G     C
3-------------|-------------|-3--------------|-------3-------|
-0-2-3-----3--|-------------|--0-2-3---------|-3-2-0---/-/-/-|
-------2------|-2-0---------|--------2-------|---------------|
--------0-----|-----0-------|----------0-----|---------------|
--------------|-------0---0-|----------------|---------------|
--------------|---------1---|----------------|---------------|

C
I remember THE YEAR

     G              C    C7
THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED

     F
They said for the last two weeks

                     C
That he suffered and cried

   F 
It made a big impression on me

                           C
Although I was a barefoot kid

                                 G
They said he got religion at the end

                     C
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 guitar
And made it down in Tenn-o-see

Well 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
Clayton used to tell me son
You'd better put that ol' guitar away
There ain't no money in it
It will lead you to an early grave

I guess if I'd admit it
Clayton taught me how to drink booze
I can see him half stoned
A-pickin' out the Lovesick Blues
When Clayton died I made him a promise
I was going to carry on some how
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
While I know there's a lot of big preachers
That know a lot more than I do
It could be that the good Lord
Likes a little pickin' too

Coda:
C
Yeah I remember THE YEAR

G7                  C
THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED