Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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

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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