On the Red Clay Songtext
von Mark Murphy

Scream door slappin′ somewhere on a side porch
A sleepy morning way out in the boon docks
Stories are being told on the red clay
Every clays where wecame from to begin with
And where were going when time comes for splitting
Sands –being- dug on the red clay

Moving,
Always moving
Morning,
Midnight sleep tight


Someone's playing something on the back steps
The happy fac-es look out of the windows
Al-ways something good on the red clay

Waiting fir the paper in the evening
You watch the roses climb out of their earth bed′s
Lives being lived on the red clay
Moving down my baby when he's tired out
I tell her fun things and watch him strat smiling
Nobody's even sat on my red clay

Your move,
My move check me
He moves,
They move dig me


Red clay′s just a dirt but it′s a large sum
So what you doing just sitting there goofin'
Always a lot to do on the red clay.