By Townes Van Zandt



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