An Cat Dubh - Jimmy Clay Lyrics
G A hSo as you walk down the street, who will talk to youG A hSix o'clock, it's getting lateG A hAnd the moon is rising, and the sticky dewD A hFalls to the ground by the gateWith your rifle on your shoulder as you walk alongListening to your bootheels hit the sodSmoking your cigar as you hum a songThinking of your mother and your GodD A hAh, but you're alone, Jimmy ClayD A hAs you smoke your cigar and earn your payG A hWith fifteen thousand soldiers marching by your sideD A hStill, you're alone, Jimmy ClayDo you remember New York Town, good old New York TownThe friends, the drunks, the cops and allThe whores who took your money when you couldn't standAll those roarin' nights you can't recallDo you remember Alice Faye, good old Alice FayeShe'd been through life at least ten times aroundAnd when she said she loved you, well, she meant it, boyDo you remember the night you nearly drownedAh, but you're alone, Jimmy ClayAs you smoke your cigar and think of yesterdayBut Yesterday don't matter when it's gone awayWhere did it go, Jimmy ClaySo as you lie there in the mud who will talk to youNobody, Jimmy ClayFor when you've gone, mankind soon follows after youDoesn't it, Jimmy ClayAnd your face will grow mouldy where they kissed your cheekAnd said, Please die for us, Jimmy ClayAnd so you died, a soldier, and a hero's deathCongratulations, Jimmy ClayNow you're alone, Jimmy ClayAs you smoke your cigar and earn your payAnd somewhere in the distance hear a fiddle playBut not one note will change, Jimmy Clay-aca
