Gillian Welch - Red clay halo

^GAll the girls all dance with the boys from the city, And they don't care to dance with ^Dme. Now it ^Gain't my fault that the fields are muddy, And the red clay ^Dstains my ^Gfeet.

^GAnd it's under my nails and it's under my collar, And it shows on my Sunday ^Dclothes. Though I ^Gdo my best with the soap and the water, But the darned old ^Ddirt won't ^Ggo.

But ^Cwhen I pass through the ^Gpearly gate, Will my ^Dgown be gold ins^Gtead? Or just a ^Cred clay robe with ^Gred clay wings, And a ^Dred clay halo for my ^Ghead

Now it's ^Gmud in the spring and it's dust in the summer, When it blows in a crimson ^Dtide. Until ^Gtrees and leaves and the cows are the colour, Of the dirt on the ^Dmountain ^Gside.

But ^Cwhen I pass through the ^Gpearly gate, Will my ^Dgown be gold ins^Gtead? Or just a ^Cred clay robe with ^Gred clay wings, And a ^Dred clay halo for my ^Ghead

Now ^GJordan's banks they're red and muddy, And the rolling water is ^Dwide. But I ^Ggot no boat, so I'll be good and muddy, When I get to the ^Dother ^Gside.

But ^Cwhen I pass through the ^Gpearly gate, Will my ^Dgown be gold ins^Gtead? Or just a ^Cred clay robe with ^Gred clay wings, And a ^Dred clay halo for my ^Ghead

i'll take ^Cthe red clay robe w^Gith red clay wings, And a ^Dred clay halo for my ^Ghead