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[Verse 1]
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Some say that heaven is beyond the blue
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But I've done some looking, and I don't think that's true
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Lookin' up from the flatlands, birds and clouds floating by
E7                             D             A
I'd say that heaven is about a thousand feet high


[Chorus]
A                   F#m     Bm
It's my home in the sky, my home in the sky
E7                                       D            A
The hawk makes the circles through which the swallows fly
A                     F#m          Bm
When the world is too much down on my back I lie
E7                             D           A
And look up with longing at my home in the sky


[Break]
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[Verse 2]
A                    F#m         Bm
Well I don't need no angels with big chicken wings
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Or halos or harps or none of those things
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I just want to do what the thunderheads do
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See the sunset and the moonrise from a new point of view


[Chorus]
A                     F#m     Bm
That's my home in the sky, my home in the sky
E7                                       D            A
The hawk makes the circles through which the swallows fly
A                     F#m          Bm
When the world is too much down on my back I lie
E7                             D           A
And look up with longing at my home in the sky


[Break]
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[Verse 3]
A                 F#m       Bm
Sometimes I wanna leave the sad little details
E7                        D              A
Put my soul's mast up and stretch out my sails
A               F#m      Bm
When my life is over and it's time to go
E7                              D     A
I'd like to see how they're all doing below


[Chorus]
A                   F#m     Bm
From my home in the sky, my home in the sky
E7                                       D            A
The hawk makes the circles through which the swallows fly
A                     F#m          Bm
When the world is too much down on my back I lie
E7                             D           A
And look up with longing at my home in the sky