[G][/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
[G][/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
[G]All the girls all dance with the boys from the city,
And they don't care to dance with [D]me.
Now it [G]ain't my fault that the fields are muddy,
And the red clay [D]stains my [D]feet.
And it's [G]under my nails and it's under my collar,
And it shows on my Sunday [D]clothes.
Though I [G]do my best with the soap and the water,
But the darned old [D]dirt won't [G]go.
But [c]when I pass through the [G]pearly gate,
Will my [D]gown be gold in[G]stead?
Or just a [c]red clay robe with [G]red clay wings,
And a [D]red clay halo for my [G]head
[G][/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
Now it's [G]mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer,
When it blows in a crimson [D]tide.
Until [G]trees and leaves and the cows are the colour,
Of the dirt on the [D]mountain[G]side.
But [c]when I pass through the [G]pearly gate,
Will my [D]gown be gold in[G]stead?
Or just a [c]red clay robe with [G]red clay wings,
And a [D]red clay halo for my [G]head
[c][/] [c] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [D][/] [D] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
[c][/] [c] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [D][/] [D] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
Now [G]Jordan's banks they're red and muddy,
And the rolling water is [D]wide.
But I [G]got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy,
When I get to the [D]other [G]side.
But [c]when I pass through the [G]pearly gate,
Will my [D]gown be gold in[G]stead?
Or just a [c]red clay robe with [G]red clay wings,
And a [D]red clay halo for my [G]head
I'll take the [c]red clay robe with the [G]red clay wings,
And a [D]red clay halo for my [G]head.
[G][/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
[G]All the girls all dance with the boys from the city,
And they don't care to dance with [D]me.
Now it [G]ain't my fault that the fields are muddy,
And the red clay [D]stains my [D]feet.
And it's [G]under my nails and it's under my collar,
And it shows on my Sunday [D]clothes.
Though I [G]do my best with the soap and the water,
But the darned old [D]dirt won't [G]go.
But [c]when I pass through the [G]pearly gate,
Will my [D]gown be gold in[G]stead?
Or just a [c]red clay robe with [G]red clay wings,
And a [D]red clay halo for my [G]head
[G][/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
Now it's [G]mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer,
When it blows in a crimson [D]tide.
Until [G]trees and leaves and the cows are the colour,
Of the dirt on the [D]mountain[G]side.
But [c]when I pass through the [G]pearly gate,
Will my [D]gown be gold in[G]stead?
Or just a [c]red clay robe with [G]red clay wings,
And a [D]red clay halo for my [G]head
[c][/] [c] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [D][/] [D] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
[c][/] [c] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/] [D][/] [D] [/] [G] [/] [G] [/]
Now [G]Jordan's banks they're red and muddy,
And the rolling water is [D]wide.
But I [G]got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy,
When I get to the [D]other [G]side.
But [c]when I pass through the [G]pearly gate,
Will my [D]gown be gold in[G]stead?
Or just a [c]red clay robe with [G]red clay wings,
And a [D]red clay halo for my [G]head
I'll take the [c]red clay robe with the [G]red clay wings,
And a [D]red clay halo for my [G]head.
