John Prine – Please Dont Bury Me (Guitar)

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Woke up this morning, put on my slippers

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Walked in the kitchen and died

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And oh what a feeling, when my soul went through the ceiling

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And on up into heaven I did ride

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When I got there they did say, John, it happened this ole way

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You slipped upon the floor and hit your head

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And all the angels say, just before you passed away

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These were the very last words that you said:

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Please don't bury me down in the cold cold ground

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No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up and pass me all around

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Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes

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And the deaf can take both my ears if they don't mind the size

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Give my stomach to Milwaukee if they run out of beer

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Put my socks in a cedar box, just get 'em out of here

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Venus de Milo can have my arms, look out, I've got your nose

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Sell my heart to the junkman and give my love to Rose

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But please don't bury me down in that cold cold ground

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No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up and pass me all around

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Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes

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And the deaf can take both my ears if they don't mind the size

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Give my feet to the footloose, careless, fancy free

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Give my knees to the needy, don't pull that stuff on me

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Hand me down my walking cane, it's a sin to tell a lie

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Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass goodbye

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But please don't bury me down in that cold cold ground

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No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up and pass me all around

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Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes

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And the deaf can take both my ears if they don't mind the size