Red Clay Halo - Gillian Welch

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

And the red clay stains my feet

Well its under my nails and its under my collar

And it shows on my Sunday clothes

Though I do my best with soap and water

That 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

It’s mud in the spring and it’s dust in the summer

When it rolls in crimson tide

'Til the trees and leaves and the cows are the color

Of the dirt on the mountainside

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

When 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