Travis Smith — Fishing In The Sky

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           Fishing in the Sky               Travis Smith

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I’ve heard about the streets of gold,  The mansions up on high,
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A land where you'll never grow old,  And no one ever cries,
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And when we get to heaven,  God will know just what we like,
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He’s got a lake,  Just for me in my sweet by and by.

[Chorus 1]
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I’ll have a silver boat that sparkles,  It’ll be lined with fleece of white,
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I’ll have a rod and reel that’s made of gold,  The fish will always bite,
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I’ll have a cabin by the lake,  Shade trees will grow so high,
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There’ll be crickets,  And birds to sing when I’m fishing,  Fishing in the sky.
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[Verse 2]
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I know my Dad is happy,  I wouldn’t wish him here,
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Oh, how I miss him so it’s been a long hard year,
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And God he loves and talks to me,  So I won’t be alone,
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I long so much to be with him I can’t wait to go home.

[Chorus 2]
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I’ve got a silver boat that sparkles,  It's lined with fleece of white,
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I’ve got a rod and reel that's made of gold,  The fish they always bite,
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I’ve got a cabin by the lake,  Shade trees they grow so high,
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I can't wait,  'Til you get here, I'll take you fishing,  Fishing in the sky.

[Interlude]
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     I know that I will see him,  In heaven when I die,
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I wonder what he’s doing now in his sweet by and by.

[Chorus 3]
               C                                   Am
We’ll have a silver boat that sparkles,  It’ll be lined with fleece of white,
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We’ll have some rod and reels that are made of gold,  The fish will always bite,
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We’ll have a cabin by the lake,  The shade trees will grow so high,
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There’ll be crickets,  And birds to sing when we're fishing,  Fishing in the sky.

[Outro]
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            Ohhhhhh we’re fishing,(Ohhhhhh we’re fishing)
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