Red Clay Halo

Well, 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 hold 4 extra counts And the red clay stains my feet. It's under my nails, and it's under my collar, And it shows on my Sunday clothes. Though I do my best with soap and water, hold 4 extra counts That dammed 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 hold 4 extra counts And a red clay halo for my head? Inst. = verse It's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer When it rolls in crimson tide Till the trees and leaves and the cows are the color hold 4 extra counts Of the dirt on the mountainside. Chorus Now, Jordan's banks are red and muddy, And the rolling water is wide, But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy (hold 4 extra counts) When I get to the other side. But when I pass through the pearly gates Will my gown be gold instead? I'll take a red clay robe and red clay wings And a red clay halo for my head