My Fishing Hole chords by Phyllis Sinclair

• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Verse 1:
           C
There’s a place   in my childhood
   Am
I often would go
     F
A quiet  little hideaway
   C
Beyond the hydro road
    C
A place  where I could cast away
     Am
The worries of my mind
    F
Untangle all my trouble
       C
At the end of my line
         F                    C
Did you know, I had a fishing hole?

Verse 2:
     C
My fishing hole and I were young
    Am
We made a natural pair
   F
A whirl pool and an eddy
         C
Sailing free without a care,
      C
Like Sawyer’s Mississippi
         Am
And the seas of Captain Hook
    F
Explored our worlds together
        C
In the confines of that brook
          F                   C
Worlds untold, at my fishing hole


Chorus:
       F                 C
Where all the world was right
          F              C
Though I rarely caught a bite
       F                C      Am
That fishing hole just fed my soul
         F          C
I felt whole at my fishing hole


Verse 3:
      C
And when I grew to face
              Am
The daunting queries of my youth
 F
Asked the age old questions
        C
Who is God and what is truth
   C
I often found the answer
            Am
Just while casting through the air
 F
Answered in the stillness
       C
Of my self reflection there
          F                  C
Truths unfold, at my fishing hole


Chorus:
       F                 C
Where all the world was right
          F              C
Though I rarely caught a bite
       F                C      Am
That fishing hole just fed my soul
       F            C
I felt whole at my fishing hole


Verse 4:
 C
Now my hair is turning grey
   Am
My life has its demands
 F
Running errands, paying bills
C
Complicating plans
 C
When I need some time to think
      Am
Some time to slow my pace
      F
That hydro road still lures me back
       C
To my favourite childhood place
        F          C
I still go, to my fishing hole


Instrumental:
C        Am       F         C
C        Am       F         C
C        C        F         F


Chorus:
       F                C
Where all the world is right
          F              C
Though I rarely catch a bite
      F                 C        Am
That fishing hole just feeds my soul
        F            C
I feel whole at my fishing hole
       F            C
I feel whole at my fishing hole