I remember the year 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, 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 Tennessee 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 pickin' out 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 While I know there's a lot of big preachers that know a lot more than I do But it could be that the good Lord likes a little pickin' too Yeah, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died