Please Don't Bury Me

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Woke up this morning, put on my slippers,
Walked in the kitchen and died

And oh what a feeling, when my soul went through the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride

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 were the very last words that you said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chorus

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 walking 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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— John Prine