The Nashville Bluegrass Band
Red Clay Halo
The girls all dance with the boys from the cityBut they don't care to dance with meWell it ain't my fault that the fields are muddyAnd the red clay stains my feetWell its under my nails and its under my collarAnd it shows on my Sunday clothesThough I do my best with soap and waterThat 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 headIt's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summerWhen it rolls in crimson tide‘Til the trees and leaves and the cows are the colorOf the dirt on the mountainsideNow Jordan's banks are red and muddyAnd the rolling water is wideBut I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddyWhen I get to the other side I'll take the red clay robe and the red clay wings And the red clay halo for my head
From Letras Mania