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