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From: "dananddanni" dananddanni@email.msn.com Written and recorded by Hoyt Axton Rusty Old Halo [G]I know a man, [C]rich as a king, [D7]still he just won't give his [G]neighbors a thing, He'll get up to heaven [C]someday I bet, [D7]he'll get up to heaven and [G]here's what he'll get Chorus [G]A rusty old halo, [C]skinny white cloud, [D7]second hand wings full of [G]patches, [G]A rusty old halo, [C]skinny white cloud, a [D7]robe that's so wooley that it [G]scratches. [G]Some people have them [C]big fancy cars, [D7]swimming pools, fur coats, and [G]diamonds in jars,real silver gates, [C]real golden doors, [D7]they'll get up to heaven and [G]trade them all for Chorus [G]While you're on earth you should [C]shine like a star, [D7]brighten up the corner where [G]ever you are,doing each day the [C]best you can do, [D7]that way you'll be sure they'll [G]never hand you ChorusHome