Travis Smith - Fishing in the sky

I’ve he^Card about the streets of gold, The m^Amansions up on high, A l^Fand where you'll never grow old, And ^Gno one ever cries, And w^Chen we get to heaven, God will k^Amnow just what we like, He’s got a l^Fake, Just for me in my sw^Geet by and by.

I’ll have a si^Clver boat that sparkles, It’ll be l^Amined with fleece of white, I’ll have a r^Fod and reel that’s made of gold, The f^Cish will always b^Gite, I’ll have a c^Cabin by the lake, Shade t^Amrees will grow so high, There’ll be cri^Fckets, And birds to sing when I’m f^Dmishing, Fi^Gshing in the s^Cky. Am F G

I kn^Cow my Dad is happy, I wo^Amuldn’t wish him here, O^Fh, how I miss him so it’s been a l^Gong hard year, And G^Cod he loves and talks to me, So I w^Amon’t be alone, I l^Fong so much to be with him I can’t w^Gait to go home.

I’ve got a si^Clver boat that sparkles, It's l^Amined with fleece of white, I’ve got a r^Fod and reel that's made of gold, The f^Cish they always b^Gite, I’ve got a ca^Cbin by the lake, Shade t^Amrees they grow so high, I can't w^Fait, 'Til you get here, I'll take you f^Dmishing, Fi^Gshing in the s^Cky.

^{C G} I k^Amnow that I will see him, In he^Faven when I die, I wo^Cnder what he’s doing now in his sw^Geet by and by.

We’ll have a si^Clver boat that sparkles, It’ll be l^Amined with fleece of white, We’ll have some r^Fod and reels that are made of gold, The f^Cish will always b^Gite, We’ll have a ca^Cbin by the lake, The shade t^Amrees will grow so high, There’ll be cr^Fickets, And birds to sing when we're f^Dmishing, Fi^Gshing in the s^Cky.

^Am Ohhhhhh we’re fi^Fshing,(Ohhhhhh we’re fishing) ^G C Am F G C