And the red clay stains my feet
And a red clay halo for my head?
And when I pass through the Pearly Gate
When I get to the other side
But the damned old dirt won't go
Though I do my best with the soap and the water
When it blows in a crimson tide
Will my gown be gold instead?
Now it's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer
Will my gown be gold instead?
I'll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings
But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy
And a red clay halo for my head?
And it's under my nails and it's under my collar
Now Jordan's banks, they're red and muddy
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy
And it shows on my Sunday clothes
And a red clay halo for my head?
And the rolling water is wide
Will my gown be gold instead?
But when I pass through the Pearly Gate
Of the dirt on the mountainside
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
But when I pass through the Pearly Gate
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
Until trees and leaves and the cows are the color
