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Capo: 5 Tuning: E A D G B E
Jackson C. Frank - Jimmy Clay This song seems to be a bit obscure. It was originally written by Patrick Sky on his Album "Reality is Bad Enough" and covered by Frank on the John Peel show in 68. Said version made its way online sometime ago. He simplifies the original quite a bit, with the same 3 chords throughout the entire song, but here it is anyway. Tuning: Standard Capo on the 5th fret Starts in Am
As Fyou walk down theG street, who willAm follow you? F Six o'clock, theG hour´s gettingAm late. And The Fmoon it isG rising as theAm sticky dew FMold is on the Gground by the Amgate. 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
FAh, but you're aGlone, JimmyAm Clay As you Fsmoke your Gcigar and you Amearn your pay. And Ffifty thousandG soldiers justAm marching by your side F But still you're Galone, Jimmy AmClay.
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