C G C
C
Well, the girls all dance with the boys from the city
G
But they don't care to dance with me.
C
Well, it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy
G C hold 4 extra counts
And the red clay stains my feet.
C
It's under my nails, and it's under my collar,
G
And it shows on my Sunday clothes.
C
Though I do my best with soap and water,
G C hold 4 extra counts
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
C
It's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer
G
When it rolls in crimson tide
C
Till the trees and leaves and the cows are the color
G C hold 4 extra counts
Of the dirt on the mountainside.
Chorus
C
Now, Jordan's banks are red and muddy,
G
And the rolling water is wide,
C
But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy
G C (hold 4 extra counts)
When I get to the other side.
F C
But when I pass through the pearly gates
G C
Will my gown be gold instead?
F C
I'll take a red clay robe and red clay wings
G C
And a red clay halo for my head