Chords for Tom T. Hall - The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
Tempo:
157.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
B
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I want to sing a song about [C] my hero.
When I was a little boy, about seven or eight years old,
[Bm]
this man was my hero.
And I wrote a song about him, and I sing it everywhere [C] I go.
[G] And I want to [C] dedicate it to him and sing it for you folks.
[Bm] [C]
[Eb] [G] [C]
[G] [D] [C] I remember the years [G] that played in the [C] lady's eyes.
They [F] said, for the rest of [C] your life.
Oh, [F] it made a big impression on me.
Oh, what a [C] barefoot kid.
They said he got religion at [G] the end,
and I'm glad [C] that he did.
You know, Clayton was the best [G] guitar picker in [C] our town.
I [F] thought he was a hero.
I used to follow [C] Clayton [B] around.
[C] [F] Clayton used to tell me, son, you better put that guitar [C] away.
Ain't no money in it.
[G] It'll lead you to an [C] early grave.
[B]
[C] Daddy said he drank a lot, [G] but I could never [C] understand.
All [F] I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a [C] five-piece chain.
[F] Now I say I wanted a white Clayton who seemed so [C] good.
Never took his guitar.
[G] Made it down in [C] Tennessee.
Well, I guess if I'd admit it, [G] Clayton
taught me how to [C] drink, boy.
[F] I can see him half-stoned picking up the love [C]-sick blues.
And [F] Clayton, God, I made him a promise.
I was going to carry on [C] somehow.
I'd give $100 [G] if he could only see [C] me.
[B]
[C] Dirt-freak Clayton.
I remember the [G] years that played in the [C] lady's eyes.
[F] Come on, you.
[C]
I [F] know there's a lot of big preachers,
and they know a lot [C] more than I do.
Could be that the good [Cm] Lord [G] likes a little [C] picking.
Oh, I hope so.
I remember the [G] years that Clayton, the [C] lady's eyes.
[N]
When I was a little boy, about seven or eight years old,
[Bm]
this man was my hero.
And I wrote a song about him, and I sing it everywhere [C] I go.
[G] And I want to [C] dedicate it to him and sing it for you folks.
[Bm] [C]
[Eb] [G] [C]
[G] [D] [C] I remember the years [G] that played in the [C] lady's eyes.
They [F] said, for the rest of [C] your life.
Oh, [F] it made a big impression on me.
Oh, what a [C] barefoot kid.
They said he got religion at [G] the end,
and I'm glad [C] that he did.
You know, Clayton was the best [G] guitar picker in [C] our town.
I [F] thought he was a hero.
I used to follow [C] Clayton [B] around.
[C] [F] Clayton used to tell me, son, you better put that guitar [C] away.
Ain't no money in it.
[G] It'll lead you to an [C] early grave.
[B]
[C] Daddy said he drank a lot, [G] but I could never [C] understand.
All [F] I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a [C] five-piece chain.
[F] Now I say I wanted a white Clayton who seemed so [C] good.
Never took his guitar.
[G] Made it down in [C] Tennessee.
Well, I guess if I'd admit it, [G] Clayton
taught me how to [C] drink, boy.
[F] I can see him half-stoned picking up the love [C]-sick blues.
And [F] Clayton, God, I made him a promise.
I was going to carry on [C] somehow.
I'd give $100 [G] if he could only see [C] me.
[B]
[C] Dirt-freak Clayton.
I remember the [G] years that played in the [C] lady's eyes.
[F] Come on, you.
[C]
I [F] know there's a lot of big preachers,
and they know a lot [C] more than I do.
Could be that the good [Cm] Lord [G] likes a little [C] picking.
Oh, I hope so.
I remember the [G] years that Clayton, the [C] lady's eyes.
[N]
Key:
C
G
F
B
Bm
C
G
F
_ _ I want to sing a song about [C] _ _ _ my hero.
When I was a little boy, about seven or eight years old,
_ [Bm]
this man was my hero.
And I wrote a song about him, and I sing it everywhere [C] I go.
[G] _ _ _ And I want to [C] _ _ dedicate it to him and sing it for you folks.
_ _ [Bm] _ [C] _ _
_ [Eb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] [C] I remember the years [G] that played in the [C] lady's eyes.
_ _ _ They [F] said, for the rest of _ _ [C] your life.
_ _ _ Oh, [F] it made a big impression on me.
Oh, what a [C] barefoot kid.
_ They said he got religion at [G] the end,
and I'm glad [C] that he did. _
_ _ _ You know, Clayton was the best [G] guitar picker in [C] our town. _
_ _ _ I [F] thought he was a hero.
I used to follow [C] Clayton [B] around.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] Clayton used to tell me, son, you better put that guitar _ [C] away.
_ Ain't no money in it.
[G] It'll lead you to an [C] early grave.
[B] _
_ [C] _ _ _ Daddy said he drank a lot, [G] but I could never [C] understand. _ _
_ _ _ All [F] I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a [C] five-piece chain.
_ _ _ _ [F] Now I say I wanted a white Clayton who seemed so [C] good.
_ _ Never took his guitar.
_ [G] Made it down in [C] Tennessee. _ _
_ _ _ Well, I guess if I'd admit it, [G] Clayton
taught me how to [C] drink, boy. _
_ _ _ _ [F] I can see him half-stoned picking up the love [C]-sick blues.
_ _ _ And [F] Clayton, God, I made him a promise.
I was going to carry on [C] somehow.
_ _ I'd give $100 _ [G] if he could only see [C] me.
_ [B] _
[C] Dirt-freak Clayton.
I remember the [G] years that played in the _ [C] lady's eyes. _
_ _ _ _ [F] Come on, you. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ I [F] know there's a lot of big preachers,
and they know a lot [C] more than I _ do.
Could be that the good [Cm] Lord [G] likes a little [C] picking. _ _
_ Oh, I hope so.
I remember the [G] years that Clayton, the [C] lady's eyes. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When I was a little boy, about seven or eight years old,
_ [Bm]
this man was my hero.
And I wrote a song about him, and I sing it everywhere [C] I go.
[G] _ _ _ And I want to [C] _ _ dedicate it to him and sing it for you folks.
_ _ [Bm] _ [C] _ _
_ [Eb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] [C] I remember the years [G] that played in the [C] lady's eyes.
_ _ _ They [F] said, for the rest of _ _ [C] your life.
_ _ _ Oh, [F] it made a big impression on me.
Oh, what a [C] barefoot kid.
_ They said he got religion at [G] the end,
and I'm glad [C] that he did. _
_ _ _ You know, Clayton was the best [G] guitar picker in [C] our town. _
_ _ _ I [F] thought he was a hero.
I used to follow [C] Clayton [B] around.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] Clayton used to tell me, son, you better put that guitar _ [C] away.
_ Ain't no money in it.
[G] It'll lead you to an [C] early grave.
[B] _
_ [C] _ _ _ Daddy said he drank a lot, [G] but I could never [C] understand. _ _
_ _ _ All [F] I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a [C] five-piece chain.
_ _ _ _ [F] Now I say I wanted a white Clayton who seemed so [C] good.
_ _ Never took his guitar.
_ [G] Made it down in [C] Tennessee. _ _
_ _ _ Well, I guess if I'd admit it, [G] Clayton
taught me how to [C] drink, boy. _
_ _ _ _ [F] I can see him half-stoned picking up the love [C]-sick blues.
_ _ _ And [F] Clayton, God, I made him a promise.
I was going to carry on [C] somehow.
_ _ I'd give $100 _ [G] if he could only see [C] me.
_ [B] _
[C] Dirt-freak Clayton.
I remember the [G] years that played in the _ [C] lady's eyes. _
_ _ _ _ [F] Come on, you. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ I [F] know there's a lot of big preachers,
and they know a lot [C] more than I _ do.
Could be that the good [Cm] Lord [G] likes a little [C] picking. _ _
_ Oh, I hope so.
I remember the [G] years that Clayton, the [C] lady's eyes. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
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