About the Song
Tom T. Hall’s “The Year That Clayton Delaney Died” is a poignant masterpiece that delves deep into the heart of loss and the passage of time. Released in 1971, this song transcends the boundaries of traditional country music, offering a reflective and almost philosophical exploration of mortality.
Hall’s storytelling prowess is on full display as he weaves a tale of a man looking back on his life through the lens of a distant memory. The song is less about the specific details of Clayton Delaney’s life and more about the universal themes of aging, regret, and the bittersweet nature of human existence.
Beyond its emotional depth, the song showcases Hall’s ability to craft vivid imagery and poetic language. His words paint a picture of a bygone era, capturing the essence of a simpler time while simultaneously acknowledging the inevitability of change and loss.
“The Year That Clayton Delaney Died” is a song that invites listeners to contemplate their own lives and relationships with time. It’s a testament to Hall’s talent as a songwriter and his ability to connect with audiences on a profound level.
This timeless piece continues to resonate with listeners, proving that great music has the power to transcend generations and touch the human soul.:max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/Tom-T-Hall-fa8b8f0264f5492290b4f26f02727eaf.jpg)
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Lyrics: The Year That Clayton Delaney Died
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 didClayton 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 tenn-o-seeWell, 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 better put that old guitar away,
There ain’t no money in it, it’ll 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 a-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 nowI remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried
Well, I know there’s a lotta 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