Please Don't Bury Me John Prine
Woke up this morning, put on my slippers
[C]Walked in the kitchen and [G]died
And [C]oh, what a feelin' when my [F]soul went through the ceiling
And [G]on up into heaven I did [C]rise
When I [F]got there they did say John it [C]happened this a-way
You slipped upon the floor and hit your [G]head
And [C]all the angels say just [F]before you passed [C]away
These were the very [G]last words that you [C]said
[F]Please don't bury me down [C]in the cold, cold ground
No, I druther have them cut me up and pass me all a[G]round
[C]Throw my brain in a hurricane and the [F]blind can have my [C]eyes
And the [F]deaf can take [C]both my ears if [G]they don't mind the [C]size
Give my stomache to Milwaukee if they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box, just get them out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms, look out, I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junk man and give my love to rose
CHORUS & INSTRUMENTAL VERSE
Give my feet to the footloose, careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy, don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walkin' cane it's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south, and kiss my ass goodbye
CHORUS
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