Red Clay Halo

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

But they don't dance with me

Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy

And that red clay stains my feet

It's under my nails and it's 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

And when I pass through the pearly gates

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

And it blows on a crimson tide

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

Of that dirt on the mountainside

And when I pass through the pearly gates

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 Jordan's banks, they're red in the muddy

And that rolling water is wide

But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy

When I get to the other side

And when I pass through the pearly gates

Will my gown be gold instead

Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings

And a red clay halo for my head?

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

And a red clay halo for my head