Red Clay Halo 

Red Clay Halo, sung by Steven Simpson
Songwriters: Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, 2001
1. Oh 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
2. And it’s under my nails and it’s under my collar
And it shows on my Sunday clothes
Oh, I do my best with soap and water,
But the [darned] old dirt won’t go
CHORUS
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 a red clay halo for my head?
3. Now it’s mud in the spring and it’s dust in the summer
When it blows in a crimson tide,
Until trees and leaves and the cows are the color
Of the dirt on the mountain side
4. Now Jordan’s banks, they’re 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
TAG
I'll take a red clay robe with red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head

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