[Intro — Male, almost spoken] Well... Sun's coming up now... Hear that old rooster? Come on, boys... [Verse 1] Got red clay on my shoes Dust upon my coat Got a little old guitar And a song inside my throat Been walking since the morning Sun is climbing high Got a dollar in my pocket And the Lord up in the sky [Verse 2] My woman waits by the doorway With coffee in her hand She don't ask for silver She just asks me where I stand I say, “Baby, I been working Till my fingers feel like stone” She says, “Come sit down beside me You don't have to walk alone” [Chorus — Male + musicians] Oh, red clay, red clay Sticking to my shoes Red clay, red clay Ain't got nothing left to lose I got my song I got my woman I got this old guitar And if the good Lord lets me I won't wander far [Verse 3] There's a little church down yonder Past the sycamore tree Sunday morning people singing “Lord, have mercy on me” Brother Tom keeps that old bass walking James is beating on the drum I pick a little rhythm And the whole place comes undone [Chorus — With small backing vocals] Oh, red clay, red clay Sticking to my shoes BACKING: Red clay... red clay... Oh, red clay, red clay Ain't got nothing left to lose BACKING: Nothing left to lose... I got my song I got my woman I got this old guitar BACKING: Old guitar... And if the good Lord lets me I won't wander far [Verse 4] When the evening gets quiet And the workday's through We sit beneath the porch light Me and you Crickets in the bushes Moon above the pine You put your hand in mine And I know this life is mine [Instrumental — Harmonica] Short, raw country-blues harmonica break; acoustic guitar answers; upright bass walks slowly. [Bridge — Male] Ain't got no fancy house Ain't got no shining car But I got a little music And I know just where we are Musicians — softly: That's right... Tell it, brother... [Final Chorus — Increasing intensity] Oh, red clay, red clay Sticking to my shoes BACKING: Red clay... Red clay, red clay Ain't got nothing left to lose BACKING: Nothing left... I got my song I got my woman I got this old guitar BACKING: Sing it now... And if the good Lord lets me I won't wander far [Outro — very loose] Male: Lord, I been walking... Musicians: Keep on walking... Male: Lord, I been working... Musicians: Keep on working... Male: But tonight I'm going home... Musicians: Going home... Male, almost whispered: Yeah... Acoustic guitar strum... bass note... one final soft drum hit.
