12 acessos
Intro:
C
Verses:
C7 F C
How are things in Clay, Kentucky? Bet you thought I'd never care
G7 C G
There was a time when I felt lucky just to be away from there
G7 C C7 F C
I've had all of what I wanted, but what I want, I just can't find
G7 C G7 C
& how things are in Clay, Kentucky, has been lately on my mind
A7 D D7 G D
All alone in New York City, searchin' for that pot of gold
A7 D A
Now I'm at the end of all my rainbows, & all at once I'm feelin' old
A7 D D7 G D
I count the tires of how I'm livin', of what I am & what I'm not
A7 D A7 D
& the only gold in New York City is in a Salvation Army pot
B7 E E7 A E
I'm gettin' blue for the bluegrass & how the old folks are at home
B7 E B
Just let me do the talkin', 'cause I know you're all alone
B7 E A E
I hear kids back there playin'; I won't be, don't notice me
B7 E B7 E
Jesus knows I still love you, but I just had to call & see
G7 C C7 F C
How things are in Clay, Kentucky. Bet you thought I'd never care
G7 C G
There was a time when I felt lucky just to be away from there
G7 C C7 F C
I've had all of what I wanted, but what I want, I just can't find
G7 C Am C G7 C
& how things are in Clay, Kentucky, has been lately on my mind
G7 C Am C G7 C
& how things are in Clay, Kentucky, has been lately on my mind
Coda: same as intro