Red Clay Halo

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
 Â'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