Back In The Race
Roy Clarke Lyrics


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Bobby Bare Open the gates up hey screw did you miss me…
Glen Campbell Well I'm fallin' just about as far as I'm gonna…
Lee-Cabrera Yo My origin began in Randall Mall beatboxing I was up in…
Phyllis St. James Just a picture Taken back in '65. We were young than, It see…





We have lyrics for these tracks by Roy Clarke:


Yesterday When I Was Young Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet…


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Henry Roh

Roy Clark - Yesterday When I Was Young

Seems the love I've ever known
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์•Œ์•„์™”๋˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€
็œ‹่ตทๆฅๆˆ‘ๆ‰€็Ÿฅ้“็š„็ˆฑๆƒ…

Has always been the most destructive kind
์–ธ์ œ๋‚˜ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ํŒŒ๋ฉธ์ ์ธ ์ข…๋ฅ˜์ธ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค
ไผผไนŽๆ€ปๆ˜ฏๆœ€ๅ…ทๆœ‰็ ด็ญๆ€ง็š„้‚ฃ็ง

Guess that's why now
์•„๋งˆ ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ์™œ ์š”์ฆ˜
็Œœๆƒณ้‚ฃๅฐฑๆ˜ฏไธบไฝ•ๅฆ‚ไปŠ

I feel so old before my time
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋Š๋ผ๊ธฐ์— ๋‚ด ๋‚˜์ด๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ๋Š™์ˆ™ํ•œ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค
ๆˆ‘ๆ„Ÿๅˆฐๆฏ”ๆˆ‘ๅนด็บช่‹่€


Yesterday, when I was young
์ง€๋‚œ๋‚ , ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ Š์—ˆ์„๋•Œ
ๅพ€ๆ—ฅ๏ผŒๅฝ“ๆˆ‘ๅนดๅฐ‘ๆ—ถ

The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
์‚ถ์€ ํ˜€์— ๋‹ฟ๋Š” ๋น—๋ฌผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋‹ฌ์ฝคํ–ˆ๋‹ค
็”Ÿๅ‘ฝ็š„ๆป‹ๅ‘ณ็”œ็พŽ๏ผŒๆœ‰ๅฆ‚่ˆŒๅฐ–ไธŠ็š„้›จ้œฒ

I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ด๋ฆฌ์„์€ ๊ฒŒ์ž„์„ ํ•˜๋“ฏ์ด ์‚ถ์„ ์šฐ์Šต๊ฒŒ ๋ดค์ง€
ๆˆ‘ๅฌ‰ๆธธไบบ็”Ÿ๏ผŒๅฝทไฝ›ๅฎƒๅชๆ˜ฏไธ€ๅœบๆ„š่ ข็š„ๆธธๆˆ

The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
๋งˆ์น˜ ์ €๋… ๋ฌด๋ ต์— ๋ถ€๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ์ด›๋ถˆ์„ ์กฐ๋กฑ์ด๋ผ๋„ ํ•˜๋“ฏ์ด
ๅฐฑๅฆ‚ๆ™š้ฃŽ้€—ๅผ„็ƒ›็ซ้‚ฃๆ ท

The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
์ˆ˜์ฒœ๊ฐ€์ง€ ๊ฟˆ์„ ๋‚œ ๊พธ์—ˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ฑฐ์ฐฝํ•œ ๊ณ„ํš๋“ค๋„ ๋‚œ ์„ธ์› ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ
้‚ฃไบ›ๆˆ‘ๅš่ฟ‡็š„ๆˆๅƒไธชๆขฆๆƒณ๏ผŒ้‚ฃไบ›ๆˆ‘ๆ‰€่ฎกๅˆ’็š„ๅคงไธš

I always built to last on weak and shifting sand
๋‚œ ๋Š˜ ์ทจ์•ฝํ•˜๊ณ  ํ—ˆ๋ฌผ์–ด์ง€๊ธฐ ์‰ฌ์šด ๋ชจ๋ž˜ ์œ„์— ์Œ“์•˜๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์ด์ง€
ๆˆ‘ๆ€ปๆ˜ฏๅปบ็ซ‹ๅœจ่„†ๅผฑๅ’Œๆพ่ฝฏ็š„ๆตๆฒ™ไน‹ไธŠ

I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
๋‚œ ํ•œ๋‚ฎ์˜ ํ—๋ฒ—์€ ๋น›์„ ํ”ผํ•ด ๋ฐค์— ์‚ด์•˜์ง€
ๆˆ‘ไปฅๅคœไธบๆ—ฅ๏ผŒ่บฒ้ฟ็€็™ฝๆ˜ผ่ตค่ฃธ็š„้˜ณๅ…‰

And only now I see how the years ran away
์ง€๊ธˆ ๋˜์ƒˆ๊ฒจ ๋ณด๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์„ธ์›”๋งŒ ์–ด์ฐŒ ํ˜๋ ค๋ณด๋ƒˆ๋„ค
็Žฐๅœจๆˆ‘ๅช่ง้‚ฃไบ›ๅฒๆœˆๅฆ‚ไฝ•้ฃž้€่€Œ่ฟ‡

Yesterday, when I was young
์ง€๋‚œ๋‚ , ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ Š์—ˆ์„๋•Œ
ๅพ€ๆ—ฅ๏ผŒๅฝ“ๆˆ‘ๅนดๅฐ‘ๆ—ถ

So many happy songs were waiting to be sung
์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์šด ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋“ค์ด ๋ถˆ๋ ค์ง€๊ธธ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ธ์—ˆ๊ณ 
้‚ฃไนˆๅคšๅฟซไน็š„ๆญŒๆ›ฒ็ญ‰็€ๅŽปๅ”ฑ

So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ๊ฑฐ์นœ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์›€๋“ค์ด ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€
้‚ฃไนˆๅคš็‹‚้‡Ž็š„ไน่ถฃๅพ…ๆˆ‘ๅŽปไบซๅ—

And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๋‚˜์˜ ํ๋ ค์ง„ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์€ ์™ธ๋ฉดํ–ˆ์—ˆ๋„ค
่ฟ˜ๆœ‰้‚ฃไนˆๅคš็—›่‹ฆ๏ผŒๆˆ‘้‚ฃๆ˜็œฉ็š„ๅŒ็œผๅดไธๆ„ฟๆญฃ่ง†

I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
๋‚œ ๊ทธ๋•Œ ์‹œ์ ˆ์„ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋„ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋‹ฌ๋ ธ๊ณ  ๋งˆ์นจ๋‚ด ์ฒญ์ถ˜์„ ๋‹ค ์จ๋ฒ„๋ ธ์ง€
ๆˆ‘้‚ฃๆ—ถๅฅ”่ท‘ๅพ—ๅคชๅฟซ๏ผŒ้’ๆ˜ฅๅฒๆœˆ็ปˆไบŽ็”จ็ฝ„

I never stopped to think what life was all about
๋‚œ ๊ฒฐ์ฝ” ๋ฉˆ์ถ˜์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค, ์‚ถ์ด๋ž€ ๋ญ”์ง€์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ์‚ฌ๊ณ ํ•œ์ ๋„
ๆˆ‘ไธๆ›พๅœ่ฟ‡๏ผŒๆ€่€ƒๅˆฐๅบ•ไฝ•ไธบไบบ็”Ÿ

And every conversation I can now recall
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ํ˜„์žฌ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํšŒ์ƒํ• ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ๋Œ€ํ™”๋“ค์ด
่ฟ˜ๆœ‰ๅฆ‚ไปŠๆˆ‘่ƒฝๅคŸๅ›žๆƒณ่ตท็š„ๆฏไธ€ๆฎตๅฏน่ฏ

Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all
๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ๊ด€ํ•œ ํ™”์ œ์ด์™ธ ๋”์ด์ƒ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ๊ฑด ์•„๋ฌด๋„ ์—†๋‹ค
่ทŸๆˆ‘่‡ชๅทฑๆœ‰ๅ…ณ็š„่ฏ้ข˜ๅค–๏ผŒๆฒกๆœ‰ๅ…ณไบŽๅ…ถไป–็š„ไธ€ๅˆ‡


Yesterday, the moon was blue
์ง€๋‚œ๋‚ , ๋‹ฌ์€ ํŒŒ๋žฌ์—ˆ๊ณ 
ๅพ€ๆ—ฅ๏ผŒๆœˆไบฎๆน›่“

And every crazy day brought something new to do
๋ฏธ์นœ ๋“ฏ์ด ๋ณด๋‚ธ ๋‚ ๋“ค์ด ์ƒˆ๋กœ์›€์„ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๋‹ค ์ฃผ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ
็–ฏ็‹‚็š„ๆฏๅคฉ๏ผŒๅธฆๆฅๆŸไบ›ๆ–ฐ้ฒœไบ‹ๅฏๅš

I used my magic age as if it were a wand
๋‚œ ๋‚˜์˜ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•๊ฐ„์€ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ์š”์ˆ ๋ด‰ ํœ˜๋‘๋ฅด๋“ฏ ์จ๋ฒ„๋ ธ์ง€
ๆˆ‘ๆŠŠๆˆ‘้ญ”ๅนป่ˆฌๆ—ถ้—ดๆŒฅ้œ็š„ๅฆ‚ๅŒไธ€ๆ”ฏ้ญ”ๆณ•ๆ–

And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚ญ๋น„์™€ ๊ณตํ—ˆํ•จ์˜ ๋„ˆ๋จธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ง€๋Š” ๋ชปํ–ˆ์ง€
ๅดไปŽๆœช็œ‹่งๆตช่ดนไธŽ็ฉบ่™š็š„ๅฆไธ€็ซฏ

The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์˜ค๋งŒ๊ณผ ๊ต๋งŒ์œผ๋กœ ์ฆ๊ฒผ๋˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด๋ž€ ๊ฒŒ์ž„
ๆˆ‘ๅ‚ฒๆ…ข่‡ชๅคง็Žฉๅผ„็ˆฑๆƒ…ไน‹ๆธธๆˆ

And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
๋งค๋ฒˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํƒœ์› ๋˜ ๋ถˆ๊ฝƒ์€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํƒ€์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค๊ฐ€, ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋„ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ฃฝ์—ˆ๋‹ค
็‚น็‡ƒ็š„ๆฏไธช็„ฐ็ซๆˆ‘ๆ˜ฏๅฆ‚ๆญคไน‹ๅฟซ๏ผŒไนŸ่ฟ‡ๅฟซ็†„็ญ

The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๊ท€์˜€๋˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์€ ๋‹ค ์–ด์ฉŒ๋‹ค ๋ฉ€์–ด์ง„๋“ฏ ๋ณด์˜€๊ณ 
ๆˆ‘ๆ‰€ไบคๅพ€็š„ๆœ‹ๅ‹ไปฌ๏ผŒไผผไนŽ้ƒฝไธ็Ÿฅไฝ•ๆ•…้€ๆธ็–่ฟœ

And only I am left on stage to end the play
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์˜ค์ง ๋‚˜๋งŒ์ด ๋ฌด๋Œ€์— ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ ธ ์ด ์—ฐ๊ทน์„ ๋งˆ์ณ์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค
ๅช็•™ไธ‹ๆˆ‘่‡ชๅทฑๅœจ่ˆžๅฐไธŠ๏ผŒ็‹ฌ่‡ชๅŽป็ป“ๆŸ่ฟ™ๅœบๆˆ

There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
๋‚ด์•ˆ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋“ค์ด ๋ถˆ๋Ÿฌ์ง€์ง€๊ฐ€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค
ๆœ‰ๅคชๅคš็š„ๆญŒ๏ผŒๅœจๆˆ‘ๅฟƒ้‡Œๆ— ๆณ•่ขซๅ”ฑๅ‡บๆฅ

I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
๋‚œ ํ˜€์— ๋‹ฟ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์ด ์“ฐ๊ฒŒ๋งŒ ๋Š๊ปด์ง„๋‹ค
ๆˆ‘ๆ„Ÿ่ง‰ๅˆฐๆณชๆฐด่‹ฆๆถฉ็š„ๆป‹ๅ‘ณๆป‘่ฝๅœจ่ˆŒๅฐ–

The time has come for me to pay
๋‚ด ์ Š์€ ๋‚ ์˜ ๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์น˜๋ฅผ ๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ์™”๋‹ค
ไธบๆˆ‘่ฟ‡ๅพ€ไป˜ๅ‡บไปฃไปท็š„ๆ—ถ้—ดๅทฒๅˆฐๆฅ

For yesterday, when I was young
์ง€๋‚œ๋‚ ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ Š์—ˆ์„๋•Œ
ไธบๅพ€ๆ—ฅ๏ผŒๅฝ“ๆˆ‘ๅนดๅฐ‘ๆ—ถ

- In Memory of Roy Clark
1933 - 2018
https://youtu.be/NEQi0gH0f4c



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k w

He we beyond a skilled guitarist.
He was a force of nature.
Always imitated but never duplicated.
There will never be another.
RIP Roy Clark

Sand Man

Eloquently put

Chris Krueger

True words

k w

Never missed an episode of Hee haw
Or Opry.
He was even on the Odd Couple once doing a solo

Bob Gourley

One by one, all the great legends are moving on to the next life. There is nobody that can fill their shoes here in this life which leaves sadness where happiness once was. R.I.P. Roy Clark! Thank you Country Road TV for posting this video on this day. What a wonderful song with deep feeling.

Greg Pickett

I often wonder how Roy would have reacted to someone like Chris Stapleton. I fully believe Roy would have loved ol Chris.

Lyle Swann

A remarkable musician with grace and humor to boot who inspired countless others to pick up an instrument and play their best. Rest easy in harmony, Mr. Clark.

Roman Gallardo

I was 16 (many moons ago) and listening to the radio at work. This beautiful song came on around 2-3 in the morning and I have been a fan ever since. Thank you Roy, God bless and may you forever entertain the Angels in heaven with your music.

Diane Jackson

My Deepest Condolences, Thoughts and Prayers for Roy Clark, Family and many many Friends. So so sorry for your loss. Gone, But Never Forgotten. R.I.P Roy. Until you all meet again. God Bless You All.

Richard Patureau

One of the greatest country pickers of all time!

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