Dont Bury Me

TITLE: Dont Bury Me

ARTIST: John Prine

Woke up this morning, put on my slippers

went to the kitchen and died

And oh what a feeling when my soul went through the celing

and on up in to heaven I did rise

When I got there they did say John it happened this-a-way

you slipped upon the floor and hit your head

And all the angels say just before you passed away

these are the very last words that you said

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

I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all around

Throw my brains in a huricane

The blind can have my eyes

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

Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer

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

Give my feet to the foot-loose

careless fancy free

Give my knees to the needy

don't 'cha 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 good-bye

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