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Red Clay lyrics
But they don't care to dance with me
Well, it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy
And the red clay stains my feet
It's under my nails and it's under my collar
And it shows on Sunday clothes
Though I do my best with soap and water
That damned 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
And red clay halo for my head?
It's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer
When it rolls in crimson tide
'Til the trees and the leaves and the cows are the color
Of the dirt on the mountainside
But when I pass through the pearly gates
Will my gown be gold instead
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
And red clay halo for my head?
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
When I get to the other side
But when I pass through the pearly gates
Will my gown be gold instead
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
And red clay halo for my head?
I'll take a red clay robe and red clay wings
And red clay halo for my head
Part of these releases
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- Track 6 on Red Clay
- 5 Cold Turkey - Freddie Hubbard, Lennon, John
- 5 Cold Turkey
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- Track 6 on New Colors
- 5 True Colors
- 7 Osie Mae
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- Track 3 on Piazzetta Trepponti Comacchio, July 8, 1984 Disc 2
- 2 Regina > in a Sentimental Mood
- 4 Rhythm-A-Ning
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