PLEASE DON'T BURY ME - Words and music by 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] happened 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)

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