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{title: Red Clay Halo} {subtitle: Gillian Welch} {c:Key of F} {F:Intro} [F][/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [F][/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [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. {soc} 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 {eoc} {c:Preverse} [F][/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [F] [/] 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. {soc} 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 {eoc} {c:Solo} [F][/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [G][/] [G] [/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [F][/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [F] [/] [G][/] [G] [/] [F] [/] [F] [/] 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. {soc} 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 {eoc} {c:Turnaround} {soc} I'll take the [F]red clay robe with the [F]red clay wings, And a [G]red clay halo for my [F]head. {eoc}