Please Dont Bury Me

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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 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 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
        C                                                 G
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
            F                C             G                  C
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

            F                     C
But, Please don't bury me down in that cold cold ground
        C                                                 G
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
            F                C             G                  C
And the deaf can take both my ears if they don't mind the size

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