Jimmy Clay
Jackson C. FrankVersion1
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As you walk down the street, who will follow you?
Six o'clock, the hour´s getting late.
The moon it is rising as the sticky dew
Mold is on the ground by the gate.
With your rifle on your shoulder as you walk along
Listening to your boot-heels hit the sod
Smoking a cigar as you hum a song
Thinking of your mother, and your God
Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay
Esus7/4
As you smoke your cigar and you earn your pay.
And fifty thousand soldiers just marching by your side
But still you're alone, Jimmy Clay.
Remember New York town, good old New York town?
The friends, the drinks, the cops and all
And the whores who took your money when you couldn't stand
And all those roaring nights you can't recall?
And remember Alice Fay, good old Alice Fay?
Well, she'd been through life at least ten times around
But when she said she loved you, yeah she meant it, boy
Remember the night you nearly drowned?
Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay
As you smoke your cigar and you think on yesterday
Well, yesterday don't matter when its gone away
Where´s it gone, Jimmy Clay?
So as you lie there in the mud, who will talk to you?
Nobody, Jimmy Clay
For when you're gone mankind will follow after you
Doesn't it, Jimmy Clay?
And your face is growing moldy where they kissed your lips
And said "Please die for us, Jimmy Clay"
And so you died a soldier and a hero's death
Congratulations, Jimmy Clay.
Now you are alone, Jimmy Clay
You can smoke your cigar, you have earned your pay
And somewhere in the distance you can hear the fiddler play
But not one note will change, Jimmy Clay
Now you are alone, Jimmy Clay
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Readable chord sheet for Jimmy Clay by Jackson C. Frank
As [Dm]you walk down the [G]street, who will [Am]follow you?
[Dm] Six o'clock, the [G]hour´s ge[Am]tting late.
The [Dm]moon it is [G]rising as the [Am]sticky dew
[F]Mold is on the [G]ground by the [Am]gate.
With your rifle on your shoulder as you walk along
Listening to your boot-heels hit the sod
Smoking a cigar as you hum a song
Thinking of your mother, and your God
[C]Ah, but you're a[Em]lone, Jimmy [Am]Clay
[C] Esus7/4 [Am]
As you smoke your cigar and you earn your pay.
And [Dm]fifty thousand [G]soldiers just [Am]marching by your side
[F] But still you're [G]alone, Jimmy [Am]Clay.
Remember New York town, good old New York town?
The friends, the drinks, the cops and all
And the whores who took your money when you couldn't stand
And all those roaring nights you can't recall?
And remember Alice Fay, good old Alice Fay?
Well, she'd been through life at least ten times around
But when she said she loved you, yeah she meant it, boy
Remember the night you nearly drowned?
Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay
As you smoke your cigar and you think on yesterday
Well, yesterday don't matter when its gone away
Where´s it gone, Jimmy Clay?
So as you lie there in the mud, who will talk to you?
Nobody, Jimmy Clay
For when you're gone mankind will follow after you
Doesn't it, Jimmy Clay?
And your face is growing moldy where they kissed your lips
And said "Please die for us, Jimmy Clay"
And so you died a soldier and a hero's death
Congratulations, Jimmy Clay.
Now you are alone, Jimmy Clay
You can smoke your cigar, you have earned your pay
And somewhere in the distance you can hear the fiddler play
But not one note will change, Jimmy Clay
Now you are alone, Jimmy Clay