Please Don't Bury Me
John Prine

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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 to heaven I did ride
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When I got there, they did say, "Son, It happened this away"
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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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I'd rather have you cut me up and pass me all around
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Throw my brain in a hurricane, 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 them 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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Please don't bury me down in the cold, cold ground
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I'd rather have you cut me up and pass me all around
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Throw my brain in a hurricane, 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 you 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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Please don't bury me down in the cold, cold ground
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I'd rather have you cut me up and pass me all around
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Throw my brain in a hurricane, 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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