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Red Clay HaloAll the girls all dance with the boys from the cityAnd 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 color 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 |