Red Clay Halo |
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Red Clay Halo Lyrics |
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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. |
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