2015
Big Muddy
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Friday evening
Sweet Song String Band
Atwater-Donnelly
Phyllis Dale
St. Louis Rivermen

Saturday evening
Cathy Barton and Dave Para
L'Esprit Creole
Gloria Attoun
Claire Lynch Band
Finale
Saturday Open Mike
Tilly Tyrell

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Terry Wright and Roanne Dean performing Red Clay Halo

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Red Clay Halo
Verse 1:
The girls all dance with the boys from the city
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

Verse 2:
Well its under my nails and its under my collar
And it shows on my Sunday clothes
Though I do my best with soap and water
That damned old dirt won't go

Chorus:
But when I pass through the pearly gates
Will my gown be gold in-stead
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head

Verse 3:
It's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer
When it rolls in crimson tide
Until the trees and leaves and the cows are the color
Of the dirt on the mountain-side

Chorus:
But when I pass through the pearly gates
Will my gown be gold in-stead
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head

inst:

Verse 4:
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

Chorus:
But when I pass through the pearly gates
Will my gown be gold in-stead
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings
And a red clay halo for my head

Tag:
I'll take the red clay robe and the red clay wings
And the red clay halo for my head