Well the girls all dance with the boys from the city But they don’t care to dance with me. Well it ain’t my fault that the fields are muddy hold 4 extra counts And the red clay stains my feet. 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 hold 4 extra counts That dammed old dirt won’t go. But when I pass through the pearly gates Will my gown be gold instead Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings hold 4 extra counts And a red clay halo for my head? Inst. = verse It’s mud in the spring and it’s dust in the summer When it rolls in crimson tide Till the trees and leaves and the cows are the color hold 4 extra counts Of the dirt on the mountainside. Chorus Now Jordan’s banks are red and muddy And the rolling water is wide But I got no boat so I’ll be good and muddy (hold 4 extra counts) When I get to the other side. But when I pass through the pearly gates Will my gown be gold instead? I’ll take a red clay robe and red clay wings And a red clay halo for my head