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Well, the girls allC dance with the boys from the city
But they don't care to dance with Gme.
Well, it ain'Ct my fault that the fields are muddy
G C hold 4 extra counts
And the red clay stains my feet.
It's uCnder my nails, and it's under my collar,
And it shows on my Sunday clothes. G
Though I do my besCt with soap and water,
G C hold 4 extra counts
That dammed old dirt won't go.
But when I pass tFhrough the pearly gates C
Will my gown be goGld instead, C
Or just a red clayF robe with red clay wings C
G C hold 4 extra counts
And a red clay halo for my head?
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It's mud in Cthe spring and it's dust in the summer
When it rolls in crimson tide G
Till the trees anCd leaves and the cows are the color
G C hold 4 extra counts
Of the dirt on the mountainside.
Now, Jordan's bankCs are red and muddy,
And the rolling water is wide, G
But I got no Cboat, so I'll be good and muddy
G C (hold 4 extra counts)
When I get to the other side.
But when I passF through the pearly gates C
Will my gown be goGld instead? C
I'll take a red clFay robe and red clay wingsC
And a red clayG halo for my head C
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