Gillian Welch - Red Clay Halo

All 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

Though 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 Gate

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 trees and leaves and the cows are the color

Of the dirt on the mountainside



But when I pass through the Pearly Gate

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 Gate

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 the red clay robe with the red clay wings

And a red clay halo for my head

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