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 Sunday clothes
I'll do my best with the soap and 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 muddy in the spring
And it's dust in the summer
Winter blows in the 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 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
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?