Red Clay Halo

/G/G/G/ /G/G/G/ G All the girls all dance with the boys from the city, D And they don't care to dance with me. G Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy, D D And the red clay stains my feet. G And it's under my nails and it's under my collar, D And it shows on my Sunday clothes. G Though I do my best with the soap and the water, D G But the darned old dirt won't go. c G But when I pass through the pearly gate, D G Will my gown be gold instead? c G Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, D G And a red clay halo for my head /G/G/G/ G Now it's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer, D When it blows in a crimson tide. G Until trees and leaves and the cows are the colour, D G Of the dirt on the mountainside. c G But when I pass through the pearly gate, D G Will my gown be gold instead? c G Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, D G And a red clay halo for my head /c/G/G//D/G/G/ /c/G/G//D/G/G/ G Now Jordan's banks they're red and muddy, D And the rolling water is wide. G But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy, D G When I get to the other side. c G But when I pass through the pearly gate, D G Will my gown be gold instead? c G Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, D G And a red clay halo for my head c G I'll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings, D G And a red clay halo for my head.