Red Clay Halo – Gillian Welch
The boys all dance with the girls from the city
They don't care to dance with me
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
It shows on my Sunday clothes
Though I do my best with the soap and the water
That damned 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
Break
It's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer
When it rolls in a crimson tide
Until trees and leaves and the cows are the colour
Of the dirt on the mountainside
Chorus
Now Jordan's banks are good and muddy
The rolling water is wide
But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy
When I get to the other side
Chorus
I'll take the red clay robe with red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head
|