G A h  So as you walk down the street, who will talk to you  G A h   Six o'clock, it's getting late  G A h   And the moon is rising, and the sticky dew  D A h  Falls to the ground by the gate    With your rifle on your shoulder as you walk along  Listening to your bootheels hit the sod  Smoking your cigar as you hum a song  Thinking of your mother and your God  D A h  Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay  D A h  As you smoke your cigar and earn your pay  G A h  With fifteen thousand soldiers marching by your side  D A h  Still, you're alone, Jimmy Clay  Do you remember New York Town, good old New York Town  The friends, the drunks, the cops and all  The whores who took your money when you couldn't stand  All those roarin' nights you can't recall  Do you remember Alice Faye, good old Alice Faye  She'd been through life at least ten times around  And when she said she loved you, well, she meant it, boy  Do you remember the night you nearly drowned  Ah, but you're alone, Jimmy Clay  As you smoke your cigar and think of yesterday  But Yesterday don't matter when it's 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've gone, mankind soon follows after you  Doesn't it, Jimmy Clay  And your face will grow mouldy 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  As you smoke your cigar and earn your pay  And somewhere in the distance hear a fiddle play  But not one note will change, Jimmy Clay  -aca