Red Clay Halo
Gillian Welch
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chorus
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Oh, the girls all dance with the boys from the city,
And they don't care to dance with me.
Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy,
And the red clay stains my feet.
And it's under my nails and its under my collar,
And it shows on my Sunday clothes.
Though I do my best with soap and water,
But that damned old dirt won't go.
chorus
But when I pass through the pearly gate,
Will my gown be gold instead?
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings,
And a red clay halo for my head?
Now it's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer,
When it blows in crimson tide.
Until the trees and leaves and the cows are the color,
Of the dirt on the mountainside.
Now Jordan's banks are red and muddy,
And the rolling water is wide.
But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy,
When I get to the other side.