Red Clay Halo✓

Verse

G

G

G

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G

G

D

D

G

G

G

G

G

D

G

G

Chorus

C

C

G

G

D

D

G

G

C

C

G

G

D

D

G

G

Verse

Well, 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.

Verse

It's under my nails, and it's under my collar,

And it shows on my Sunday clothes.

Though I do my best with soap and water,

That dammed old dirt won't go.

Chorus

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?

Verse

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

When it rolls in crimson tide

Till the trees and leaves and the cows are the color

Of the dirt on the mountainside.

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Chorus

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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.

Chorus

But when I pass through the pearly gates

Will my gown be gold instead?

I'll take a red clay robe and red clay wings

And a red clay halo for my head