Key: E
Introduction:
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
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
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
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
Til the trees and leaves and the cows are the colour
G C
Of the dirt on the mountain side
Chorus
C
Now Jordan's banks are red and muddy,
G
And the rollin water is wide
C
But I got no boat,
C
So I'll be good and muddy
G C
When I get to the other side
Chorus