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From: Jones, WilliamA
Words and music: Gillan Welch / David Rawlings
Performer: Gillian Welch

Red Clay halo

Capo IV    C  G  C
Well the girls all dance, with the boys from the city
But they don't care to dance with me
Well it ain't my fault, that the fields are muddy
                 G         C   hold 4 extra counts
And the red clay stains my feet

It's under my nails, and it's under my collar, And it shows on my Sunday clothes

Though I do my best with soap and water,That dammed old dirt won't go

F                           C
But when I pass through the pearly gates
G                       C
Will my gown be gold instead
F                                C
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
               G           C    hold 4 extra counts
And a red clay halo for my head

Inst. = verse

It's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer,  When it rolls in crimson tide
Til the trees and leaves and the cows are the colour, Of the dirt on the mountainside


Now Jordan's banks are red and muddy, And the rollin water is wide
But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy, When I get to the other side


1st two lines of chorus
then finish with below chorus

I'll take a red clay robe and red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head