Hoyt Axton - Rusty old halo

^EI know a man, rich as a king, ^B still he just won't give his ^Eneighbors a thing, He'll get up to heaven ^Asomeday I bet, ^Bhe ll get up to heaven and ^Ehere's what he'll get

^EA rusty old halo, skinny white cloud, ^Bsecond hand wings full of ^Epatches, ^EA rusty old halo, ^Askinny white cloud, a ^Brobe that's so wooly that it ^Escratches.

^ESome people have them big fancy cars, ^Bswimming pools, fur coats, and ^Ediamonds in jars, real silver gates, ^Areal golden doors, ^Bthey'll get up to heaven and ^Etrade them all for

^EWhile you're on earth you should shine like a star, ^Bbrighten up the corner where ^Eever you are,doing each day the ^Abest you can do, ^Bthat way you'll be sure they'll^Enever hand you