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. |