Tuning: Standard
Capo on the 5th fret (or 3rd in Patrick Sky?s version)


Starts in Am

    D5                G5                A5
 As you walk down the street, who will follow you?
D5                G5              A5
 Six o'clock, the hour?s getting late.
     D5         G5             A5
 The moon it is rising as the sticky dew
 F5              G5             A5
 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

 C5               E5          A5
 Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay
        C5          E/4       A5
 As you smoke your cigar and you earn your pay.
     D5             G5             A5
 And fifty thousand soldiers just marching by your side
F5                 G5            A5
 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