Venitia Sekema: Tunes

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While driving up MI hwy 31 along the lake, to go canoeing, I saw a sign outside of a church that said "Now open, Easter to Christmas" ha ha! I thought, wonder what the preacher does all winter?

PREACHERS GONE FISHIN’

Winter’s comin’ on, the ice will soon be flowin’
Time to reap the fruits from the seeds I been sowin’
We’re off to paradise, just three more days to go
The gulf is callin’ us like a big bright beacon
The virtue’s of fishin’ is all I’ll be preachin’
We’ve seen the light, 1000 miles to go

Thanks for the bread in last month’s collection
The price of gas is only goin’ up and
We’ve got to move on, just three more days to go
Ma’s packed the fifth wheel with the tackle box
The spinners and hooks and the fishin’ rods
Come Hell or high water, 1000 miles to go

CHORUS
IF JESUS WERE HERE HE’D BE HEADIN SOUTH TOO
SURE HE WOULDN’T STOP TILL THE SKIES TURNED BLUE
*TRADIN’ IN A HAMMER FOR A FISHIN’ NET TOO
WE’LL SEE YA BROTHER IN THE SPRINGTIME

LEAD MUSIC*

We’re tradin’ in the cold weather gray and glum
For a trailer on the coast of the sunshine kingdom
We’re leavin’ today, just three more days to go
The cup runneth over with sweet red wine
Just no stoppin’ till we see the state line
Hallelujah, Praise God, 1000 miles to go

CHORUS

2ND CHORUS
*THE BIBLE NEVER SAID YOU HAD TO LIVE IN AN IGLOO

It’s Florida or bust, We’ll send you a postcard, See you in April



All Words and Music Written by Venitia Sekema © 2004 BMI