| I know a man as rich as a king
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| Still he just won’t give his neighbors a thing
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| He’ll go to heaven someday I’ll bet
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| He’ll get up to heaven and here’s what he’ll get.
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| A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
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| Second hand wings full of patches
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| A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
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| Robe that’s so wooly and it scratches.
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| Some people have them big shiny cars
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| Swimming pools fur coats and diamonds in jars
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| Real silver gates real golden doors
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| They’ll get up to heaven and trade them all for.
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| A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
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| Second hand wings full of patches
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| A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
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| Robe that’s so wooly and it scratches.
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| Instrumental ---
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| While you’re on earth you should shine like a star
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| Brighten up the corner wherever you are
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| Doing each day the best you can do That way you’re saure that they’ll never hand you.
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| A rusty old halo skinny white cloud
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| Second hand wings full of patches
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| A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
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| Robe that’s so wooly and it scratches.
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| A rusty old halo skinny white cloud
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| Second hand wings full of patches
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| A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
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| Robe that’s so wooly and it scratches… |