Red Clay Halo

All 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 my Sunday clothes
 Though I do my best with the soap and the water
 But the damned old dirt won't go
 But when I pass through the pearly gate
 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 mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer
 When it blows in a 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 gate
 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
 And when I pass through the pearly gate
 Will my gown be gold instead?
 Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
 And a red clay halo for my head?
 I'll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings
 And a red clay halo for my head