| Song | Red Clay Halo |
| Artist | Gillian Welch |
| Album | Time (The Revelator) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rawlings, Welch | |
| All 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 collar, | |
| And it shows on my Sunday clothes. | |
| Though 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 red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| Now it's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer, | |
| When it blows in a crimson tide. | |
| Until trees and leaves and the cows are the colour, | |
| Of the dirt on the mountainside. | |
| But when I pass through the pearly gate, | |
| Will my gown be gold instead? | |
| Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| Now Jordan's banks they're 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. | |
| And when I pass through the pearly gate, | |
| Will my gown be gold instead? | |
| Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| I'll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head. |
| zuo ci : Rawlings, Welch | |
| All 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 collar, | |
| And it shows on my Sunday clothes. | |
| Though 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 red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| Now it' s mud in the spring and it' s dust in the summer, | |
| When it blows in a crimson tide. | |
| Until trees and leaves and the cows are the colour, | |
| Of the dirt on the mountainside. | |
| But when I pass through the pearly gate, | |
| Will my gown be gold instead? | |
| Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| Now Jordan' s banks they' re 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. | |
| And when I pass through the pearly gate, | |
| Will my gown be gold instead? | |
| Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| I' ll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head. |
| zuò cí : Rawlings, Welch | |
| All 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 collar, | |
| And it shows on my Sunday clothes. | |
| Though 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 red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| Now it' s mud in the spring and it' s dust in the summer, | |
| When it blows in a crimson tide. | |
| Until trees and leaves and the cows are the colour, | |
| Of the dirt on the mountainside. | |
| But when I pass through the pearly gate, | |
| Will my gown be gold instead? | |
| Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| Now Jordan' s banks they' re 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. | |
| And when I pass through the pearly gate, | |
| Will my gown be gold instead? | |
| Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head? | |
| I' ll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings, | |
| And a red clay halo for my head. |