Rusty, the po' man, was a very needy soul,
From a life of sin and disease within, all these had taken their toll.
Rusty, the po' man, is a sad-luck tale they say,
He was down-and-out, but there is no doubt, how he came to life one day.
There must have been some power in that gospel tract he found,
For when he read it and he prayed, he began to dance around.

O, Rusty the saved man, was alive as he could be,
And the brethren say he would laugh and pray; he's not the same you must agree.
Praise the Lord, Amen.
Praise the Lord, Amen.
Look at Rusty go.
Praise the Lord, Amen.
Praise the Lord, Amen.
For Jesus he does know.

Rusty, the saved, man, knew the Son as the one way,
So he said, "Let's share and show them we care, before I pass away."
Down to the village with a Bible in his hand,
Running here and there all around the square saying, "Don't you understand?"
His energy was full and free, while other's they would drop,
And he only paused a moment when the angel hollered, "Stop."

For, Rusty the saved man, had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye, saying, "Don't you cry; for you'll be here someday."
Praise the Lord, Amen.
Praise the Lord, Amen.
Look at Rusty go.
Praise the Lord, Amen.
Praise the Lord, Amen.
For Jesus he does know.