[Intro ]
C      Am      F       G 

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


[Refrão]

              C                                   Am 
I’ll have a silver boat that sparkles,  It’ll be lined with fleece of white, 
             F                                      C                G 
I’ll have a rod and reel that’s made of gold,  The fish will always bite, 
             C                         Am 
I’ll have a cabin by the lake,  Shade trees will grow so high, 
               F                                   Dm         G             C 
There’ll be crickets,  And birds to sing when I’m fishing,  Fishing in the sky. 
Am      F      G 

verse 2 
    C                        Am 
I know my Dad is happy,  I wouldn’t wish him here, 
 F                                 G 
Oh, how I miss him so it’s been a long hard year, 
     C                                   Am 
And God he loves and talks to me,  So I won’t be alone, 
   F                                   G 
I long so much to be with him I can’t wait to go home. 


[Refrão]

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

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


[Refrão]

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

Outro 
Am                          F                               G 
            Ohhhhhh we’re fishing,(Ohhhhhh we’re fishing) 
C      Am      F       G       C