Gone Fishing

Intro: 
A  D 


 
      G 
As he struggled to take a breath, his time on Earth was through 
  D 
I held his weathered hand, and he said, "I love you 
             Em7                      D 
Please don't play those sad songs and don't do any crying 
           G                     A 
There's no tears where I'm going 
 

 
                 G 
Think of me as a no-show, like a hobo riding on a westbound train 
          D 
Up in the saddle, working some cattle, throwing a rope and holding the reins 
                 G 
Think of me on a front porch with the sunset and a cold beer with my guitar 
          D 
Though it may feel like forever, you know heaven ain't too far 
            Em7 
And I'll be living the good life 
      D 
After all that I've been missing 
   G                        A 
So don't you think of me as gone 
          D 
Just gone fishing." 
 

 
        G 
Today I sat in his Jon Boat, the sky was ocean blue 
        D 
I could almost hear him cussing that no-starting Evinrude 
    Em7                         D 
His big old Texas grin when I'd rail a large mouth in 
          G                             A 
He said, "Have faith and some day, boy, I'll see you again 
 

 
                 G 
Think of me as a no-show, like a hobo riding on a westbound train 
          D 
Up in the saddle, working some cattle, throwing a rope and holding the reins 
                 G 
Think of me on a front porch with the sunset and a cold beer with my guitar 
          D 
Though it may feel like forever, you know heaven ain't too far 
            Em7 
And I'll be living the good life 
      D 
After all that I've been missing 
   G                        A 
So don't you think of me as gone 
          D 
Just gone fishing." 
 

 
          Bm7                         A 
He said, "I can see the light, as I'm throwing out a line 
          D               A              G 
Can't you see that bobber dancing in the sunshine? 
 

Interlude: 
G     D 


 
                 G 
Think of me as a no-show, like a hobo riding on a westbound train 
          D 
Up in the saddle, working some cattle, throwing a rope and holding the reins 
                 G 
Think of me on a front porch with the sunset and a cold beer with my guitar 
          D 
Though it may feel like forever, you know heaven ain't too far 
            Em7 
And I'll be living the good life 
      D 
After all that I've been missing 
   G                        A 
So don't you think of me as gone 
          D 
Just gone fishing." 
 

Outro: 
   Em        D/F#           G    A 
So don't you think of me as gone 
          D 
Just gone fishing 
          G 
Just gone fishing 
                     D 
Don't think of me as gone 
          G            D 
Just gone fishing."