Gillian Welch - Red Clay Halo lyrics

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 colour,
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