Chords for The Year That Clayton Delaney Died

[Gm] _ _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _ [C] When I was a kid, _ [G] _ I used to spend every [C] waking moment outside of school, _ _ _ _ _ _ down at the [G] local
music store _ _ _ [C] _
[Fm] in Oak Harbor, [C] Washington, _ _ _ _ _ and [G] then later on at the Drinking Gourd Folk [C] Music
Store [Fm] [C] in Dayton, Ohio. _ _ _ _
[G] I'd play all the expensive guitars that I couldn't [C] afford, _
_ [F] _ [C] memorize songs out of the
songbooks, _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ steal [C] licks from the local [F] guitar [C] heroes, _ [Am] _ [Bm] _ [C] _
_ [Am] guys like [G] _ _ Dave Kincaid, [C] _ _ [F] _ [C] Bob Markier, _ _
_ [G] Larry Mason, Carl Funk, Rick [C] Bowling, _ [F] _ [C] Eric Tingstad. _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] Then I'd pedal on home [F] and [C] I'd hole up in my room for hours and hours, _ _ [G] _ _ practicing _
[C] in
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ preparation for Saturday night when, after dinner, _ dishes [G] were done and all the [C] CBS shows
[F] had been [C] watched.
_ [Am] _ [G] _ [C] _ My mother and my little [G] sister would trundle off to bed and my _ father would turn [F] to me
and [C] say, _ come up here boy and show us what you are, [G] _ _ _ which was a line from a Chris [F]
Christopherson
[C] song, one of many that I _ _ _ [G]
learned down at the Sacred Store that week.
_ [C] _ _ [F]
I'd find [C] him in the living room, _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [G] our German Shepherd, _ [C] curled up by the [F] fire, [C] _ my dad stretched
out in his easy chair, _
_ [G] _ _ a tiny [C] glass of [F] Drambuie or Cavassie [C] or both at his side, _
_ _ [G] and I'd play
him all the songs that I'd [C] learned that week.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ [Bm] [C] And after every song, _ [G] he'd raise the glass to his [C] lips and he'd say [F] one word, [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ Fantastique.
[G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [F] Or sometimes he'd [C] stop me in the middle of the song and he'd say [G] something like, no, no, no, no, no, no,
[Bb] _ it's good morning America, [G] how are ya?
_ _ _ [C] I'd say it like, mean it.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [F] [C] He'd coach me. _ _ _
So whenever I [G] play or hear this song by Tom T.
Hall, [C] _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ I think of that Sacred Store, _ [G] all
of those guitar heroes. _
[C] _ _ [F] [C] I think of Saturday night, my dad, [G] _ _ _ _ [C] and that [F] one word of [C] praise that meant everything, _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Fantastique.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] I remember the [G] year that Clayton Delaney [C] died. _
_ _ _ [Em] _ They [F] say for the last two weeks that he suffered [C] and cried. _
_ _ _ _ [G] [F] It made a big impression on me, _ _ although I was a [Am] [C] barefoot kid.
_ They say he got [A] religion [G] in the end, and I'm glad [C] that he did.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ [C] Clayton was the best [G] guitar picker in [C] our town. _
[F] _ [C] _ _ [D] _ [Em] I [F] thought he was a hero, so I used to follow Clayton [C] around. _
_ _ _ _ [F] I often wondered why Clayton, _ who seemed so [C] good to me, _ _ never took his guitar [G] and made
it down to [C] Tennessee. _ _
_ _ _ _ My daddy said he drank a lot, [G] though I could never [C] understand.
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_ [C] _ _ [Em] _ I [F] knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five [C]-piece man. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [F] Clayton used to say to me, son, you best put that old guitar _ [C] away.
_ There ain't no money in [G] it, it'll lead you to an early [C] _ grave.
_ _ [G] _ _ [C] I guess if I'd admitted, _ [G] Clayton taught me how to [C] drink [Em] booze.
[F] _ [C] _ _ [G] _ [F] I can see him at Stone Bridge just a-pickin' out the [D] [C] lovesick blues.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] [F] When Clayton died, I made him a promise _ I was gonna carry on [C] somehow.
_ _ I'd give a hundred dollars [G] if he could only see [C] me now. _
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_ [D] remember the year that Clayton Delaney died. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Nobody ever knew it, but I went out in the woods and [D] I cried. _ _ _ _ _
[G] I know there's some real big preachers who know a lot more [D] than I do. _
But it could be that the good [A] Lord likes a little bit [D] game.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] I [D] remember the year [A] that Clayton Delaney [D] died. _ _ _ _ _ _
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