Trace Adkins

Everybody has their own i ^G dea of he ^Am aven
^F What kind of pa ^C radise they'll se ^F e
^C Pearly gates, st ^G reets of gold
No g ^Am etting sick, or gro ^C win old
^F Sounds like a beautif ^C ul place to ^Dm be
^C But as for ^G me
My h ^C eaven is a wo ^G od frame house with a g ^Am reat big porch
g ^C oin all the way around
Sittin ^F on the swing li ^C stenin to the sound of the b ^Dm irds singin ^G
My he ^C aven is a warm summer day in the b ^Am ack yard
While the k ^G ids all play, fl ^F ies and mosquitoes stay away ^C
While we're e ^Dm attin watermelon ^G
That's my he ^C aven ^Am-F-C
You're always gonna f ^G ind a few non-b ^Am elievers ^G-F
Those who stay ^C lost in the d ^Dm ark ^G
C But I believe th ^G ere is a place
^Am Full of light 'n love and gr ^G ace
^F And I don't believe that its a ^C ll that ^Dm far in my ^G heart ^Dm-G
My he ^C aven is a c ^G ell phone ring w ^Am hile I'm at work
And the o ^G nly thing that you h ^F ave to say
Is you m ^C iss me and get h ^Dm ome in a hurry ^G
My h ^C eaven is the very worst day t ^Am hat I spent with you
When y ^C ou were so mad but I s ^F till knew
N ^C obody would leave cause that d ^Dm on't happen ^G
In my ^F heaven

My h ^C eaven is where ^G I am now on the fr ^Am ont porch of the wood frame house
Sw ^C ingin with you just lookin around at ^Dm all I've been given
And this l ^C ife I'm l ^G ivin
Is my h ^C eaven ^Am-F
C My hea ^G ven, ^Am My h ^F eaven