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