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Oh the girls all dance with the boys from the city
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And they don’t care to dance with me
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Now it ain’t my fault that the fields are muddy
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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
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But when I pass through the pearly gates
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Will my gown be gold instead
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Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
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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