Gillian Welch - Red clay halo
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{title: Red Clay Halo}
{subtitle: Gillian Welch}
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{F:Intro}
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[F]All the girls all dance with the boys from the city,
And they don't care to dance with [G]me.
Now it [F]ain't my fault that the fields are muddy,
And the red clay [G]stains my [G]feet.
And it's [F]under my nails and it's under my collar,
And it shows on my Sunday [G]clothes.
Though I [F]do my best with the soap and the water,
But the darned old [G]dirt won't [F]go.
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But [F]when I pass through the [F]pearly gate,
Will my [G]gown be gold in[F]stead?
Or just a [F]red clay robe with [F]red clay wings,
And a [G]red clay halo for my [F]head
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{c:Preverse}
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Now it's [F]mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer,
When it blows in a crimson [G]tide.
Until [F]trees and leaves and the cows are the colour,
Of the dirt on the [G]mountain[G]side.
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But [F]when I pass through the [F]pearly gate,
Will my [G]gown be gold in[F]stead?
Or just a [F]red clay robe with [F]red clay wings,
And a [G]red clay halo for my [F]head
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{c:Solo}
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Now [F]Jordan's banks they're red and muddy,
And the rolling water is [G]wide.
But I [F]got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy,
When I get to the [G]other [F]side.
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But [F]when I pass through the [F]pearly gate,
Will my [G]gown be gold in[F]stead?
Or just a [F]red clay robe with [F]red clay wings,
And a [G]red clay halo for my [F]head
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{c:Turnaround}
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I'll take the [F]red clay robe with the [F]red clay wings,
And a [G]red clay halo for my [F]head.
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