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Jimmy Clay

Jimmy Clay
 (Patrick Sky)

 When you walk down the street, who will follow you?
 Six o'clock, its getting late.
 The moon it is rising as the sticky dew
 Molds 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 your cigar as you hum a song
 Thinking of your mother, and your God

 Ah, buy you're alone, Jimmy Clay
 As you smoke your cigar and earn your pay.
 And fifteen thousand soldiers are marching by your side
 Still you're alone, Jimmy Clay.

 And 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 the roaring nights you can't recall? And remember Alice Fay, good old A
lice Fay?
 She'd been through life at least ten times around
 And when she said she loved you, well she meant it, boy
 Remember the night you nearly drowned?

 Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay
 As you smoke your cigar and think of yesterday
 Well, yesterday don't matter when its gone away
 Where did it go, Jimmy Clay?

 So as you lie there in the mud, who will talk to you?
 Nobody, Jimmy Clay
 For when you're gone mankind follows after you
 Doesn't it, Jimmy Clay?
 And your face is growing moldy where they kissed your cheek
 And said "Please die for us, Jimmy Clay"
 And so you died a soldier and a hero's death
 Congratulations, Jimmy Clay.

 Now you're alone, Jimmy Clay
 You can smoke your cigar, and earn your pay
 And somewhere in the distance you can hear the fiddle play
 But not one note will change, Jimmy Clay

 (c) Rabelaisian Music, Inc.
these from the Album notes of Patrick Sky's "Reality
 is Bad Enough" Verve FTS-3052.,


Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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