Gillian Welch Red Dirt Halo by Gillian Welch & David Rawlings 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 colar, and it shows on my sunday clothes. Oh I do my best with the soap and the water, but the damned old dirt won't go. But when I pass through the pearly gate, will my gown be gold instead, or just a red clay robe, with a red clay wings, and a red clay halo for my head. Now it's mud in the spring, and dust in the summer, when it blows in the crimson tide, until the trees and leaves and the cows; are the color of the dirt on mountainside. But when I pass through the pearly gate, will my gown be gold instead, or just a red clay robe, with a red clay wings, and a red clay halo for my head. Instrumental Now Jordans banks, they're red and muddy, and they're all in water is wide, but I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy, when I get to the other side. But when I pass through the pearly gate, will my gown be gold instead, or just a red clay robe, with a red clay wings, and a red clay halo for my head. I'll take a red clay robe, with a red clay wings, and a red clay halo for my head.