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I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died 
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They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried 
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It made a big impression on me although I was a barefoot kid 
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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 guitar and made it down in Tennessee 
 
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 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 
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