Everybody has their own i^Gdea of he^Amaven ^F What kind of pa^Cradise they'll se^Fe ^C Pearly gates, st^Greets of gold No g^Ametting sick, or gro^Cwin old ^F Sounds like a beautif^Cul place to ^Dmbe ^CBut as for ^Gme

My h^Ceaven is a wo^God frame house with a g^Amreat big porch g^Coin all the way around Sittin ^Fon the swing li^Cstenin to the sound of the b^Dmirds singin ^G My he^Caven is a warm summer day in the b^Amack yard While the k^Gids all play, fl^Fies and mosquitoes stay away^C While we're e^Dmattin watermelon ^G C Am-F-C That's my heaven

Those who stay ^Clost in the d^Dmark ^{G C}But I believe th^Gere is a place ^Am Full of light 'n love and gr^Gace F C Dm G Dm-G And I don't believe that its all that far in my heart

My he^Caven is a c^Gell phone ring w^Amhile I'm at work And the o^Gnly thing that you h^Fave to say Is you m^Ciss me and get h^Dmome in a hurry^G My h^Ceaven is the very worst day t^Amhat I spent with you When y^Cou were so mad but I s^Ftill knew N^Cobody would leave cause that d^Dmon't happen ^G In my ^Fheaven

My h^Ceaven is where ^GI am now on the fr^Amont porch of the wood frame house Sw^Cingin with you just lookin around at ^Dmall I've been given And this l^Cife I'm l^Givin C Am-F Is my heaven ^CMy hea^Gven,^Am My h^Feaven