Oh the girls all dance with the boys from the city
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 soap and water
But the damned old dirt won’t go

But when I pass through the pearly gates
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 crimson tide
Unitil the trees and leaves and the cows are the color
Of the dirt on the mountainside

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

I’ll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head

[1] Oh the girls all dance with the boys from the city
And they don’t care to dance with [5] me
Now it [1] ain’t my fault that the fields are muddy
And the red clay [5] stains my [1] 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 soap and water
But the damned old dirt won’t go

[4] But when I pass through the [1] pearly gates
Will my [5] gown be gold [1] instead
Or just a [4] red clay robe with [1] red clay wings
And a red clay [5] halo for my [1] head

Now it’s mud in the spring and it’s dust in the summer
When it blows in crimson tide
Unitil the trees and leaves and the cows are the color
Of the dirt on the mountainside

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

I’ll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head