Red Clay Halo

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 it's under my collar
And it shows on my Sunday clothes
Oh I do my best with the soap and the water
But the 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 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 a crimson tide
Until the trees and the leaves and the cows are the colour
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 a red clay halo for my head

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

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 the red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head