I'm building a houseboat in heaven To sail those deep and holy seas I'm building a houseboat in heaven And it's welcome aboard you sweet peace
The bow she is made of solid silver And the hall she is made of solid gold She ain't much long the line's a-floating But she's yours, babe, to have and to hold
I rode my old guitar to heaven But heaven didn't feel too much like home So I'm headed out on to them lonesome oceans In my rubystudded houseboat to roam
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