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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
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?
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
Written by Gillian Welch
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