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
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 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, 
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John, it happened this ole way
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You slipped upon the floor and hit
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 your head
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And all the angels say, just before
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 you passed away
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These were the very last words 
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that you said:

[Chorus]
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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 
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and pass me all around
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Throw my brain in a hurricane and 
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the blind can have my eyes
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And the deaf can take both my ears
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 if they don't mind the size

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[Verse 2]
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Give my stomach to Milwaukee if 
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they run out of beer
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Put my socks in a cedar box just 
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get 'em out of here
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Venus de Milo can have my arms 
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look out, I've got your nose
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Sell my heart to the junkman and 
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give my love to Rose

[Chorus]
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But, Please don't bury me down in 
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that cold cold ground
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No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up 
                       G
and pass me all around
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Throw my brain in a hurricane and 
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the blind can have my eyes
            F                C    
And the deaf can take both my ears
         G                  C
 if they don't mind the size

[Instrumental verse]
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[Verse 3]
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Give my feet to the footloose, 
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careless, fancy free
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Give my knees to the needy, don't 
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pull that stuff on me
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Hand me down my walking cane it's 
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a sin to tell a lie
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Send my mouth way down south and 
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kiss my ass goodbye

[Chorus]
            F                     
But, Please don't bury me down in 
C
that cold cold ground
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No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up 
                       G
and pass me all around
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Throw my brain in a hurricane and 
    F                     C
the blind can have my eyes
            F                C    
And the deaf can take both my ears
         G                  C
 if they don't mind the size