Kate Campbell - RED CLAY AFTER RAIN lyrics

rate me

I got on that train and I never looked back

Rode it up north ’til I ran out of track

I left Birmingham to learn a new trade

And the six bucks an hour I made

But sometimes at night I still dream about then

Tarpaper houses and momma and them

I miss red clay after the rain

Dying the rivers with that crimson stain

I miss cotton, camellias, curtains of cane

And red clay after the rain

Well I don’t miss August out in the field

Or breaking your back without any yield

And I don’t miss all of those holes in my shoes

Or not having nothing to lose

But sometimes I hear an old song on the wind

And part of me wants to go back there again

I guess the thing about all that red clay

Is there ain’t enough water to wash it away