Red Clay Halo

Well, the girls all dance with the boys from the city

But they don't care to dance with me

Well, it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy

And the red clay stains my feet

It's under my nails and it's under my collar

And it shows on Sunday clothes

Though I do my best with soap and water

That damned old dirt won't go

But when I pass through the pearly gates

Will my gown be gold instead

Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings

And red clay halo for my head?

It's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer

When it rolls in crimson tide

'Til the trees and the leaves and the cows are the color

Of the dirt on the mountainside

But when I pass through the pearly gates

Will my gown be gold instead

Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings

And red clay halo for my head?

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

But when I pass through the pearly gates

Will my gown be gold instead

Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings

And red clay halo for my head?

I'll take a red clay robe and red clay wings

And red clay halo for my head