PLEASE DON'T BURY ME
(John Prine)
As recorded by John Prine on “Sweet Revenge” (1973)

1. 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 out up into heaven I did rise.

2. 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:

CHORUS: Please don't bury me down in that cold, cold ground.
No, I don't wanna have them 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 of my ears if they don't mind the size.

3. 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 art to the junkman, and give my love to Rose. CHORUS

4. 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