Please Don't Bury Me (John Prine) [E]Woke up this morning, [A]put on my slippers [E]Walked in the kitchen and [B7]died And [E]Oh! what a feeling when my [A] soul went through the ceiling And [E]on off into [B7]Heaven I did [E]rise. When I got [A]there, they did say - John, it [E]happend this-a-way You slipped upon the floor and hit your [B7]head And [E]all the Angels say, just be[A]-fore you passed away These [E]were the very [B7]last words that you [E]said. CHORUS: [A]Please don't bury me down in [E]the cold, cold ground No, I'm gonna have 'em cut me up and pass me all a-[B7]round [E]Throw my brain in a hurricane and the [A]blind can have my [E]eyes And the [A]deaf can take [E]both of my ears if [B7]they don't mind the [E]size. [E]Give my stomach to Milwaukee if [A]they run out of [E]beer Put my sox in a cedar box just [F#]get 'em out of [B7]here [E]Venus De Milo can have my arms, [A]look out, I've got your [E]nose [A]Sell my heart to the [E]junkman and [B7]give my love to [E]Rose. But; CHORUS [E]Give my feet to the footloose, [A]careless, fancy [E]free Give my knees to the needy, don't [F#]pull that stuff on [B7]me [E]Hand me down my walking cane, it's a [A]sin to tell a [E]lie [A]Send my mouth [E]way down south and [B7]kiss my ass good-[E]bye. But; CHORUS Copyright John Prine GG GG OCT98
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