John Prine - Please dont bury me

^CWoke up this morning, ^Fput on my slippers ^C walked to the kitchen and ^Gdied And ^Coh what a feeling when my ^Fsoul went through the celing and ^Gon up in to ^Fheaven I did ^Crise When I ^Fgot there they did say John it ^Chappened this-a-way you slipped upon the floor and hit your^G head And a^Cll the angels say just ^Fbefore you passed ^Caway these are the very ^Glast words that you ^Csaid

^FPlease don't bury me down ^Cin that cold cold ground I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all ^Garound ^CThrow my brains in a huricane, and the ^Fblind can have my ^Ceyes ^F'deaf can take bo^Cth of my ears if ^Gthey don't mind the^C size

^CGive my stomach to Milwakee if ^Fthey run out of ^Cbeer Put my socks in a cedar box just ^Gget 'em out'a here ^CVenus de milo can have my arms, ^Flook out! I've got ^Cyour nose ^FSell my heart to the ^Cjunk man and ^Ggive my love to ^CRose

^FPlease don't bury me down ^Cin that cold cold ground I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all ^Garound ^CThrow my brains in a huricane, and the ^Fblind can have my ^Ceyes ^F'deaf can take bo^Cth of my ears if ^Gthey don't mind the^C size

^CGive my feet to the foot-loose, ^Fcareless fancy ^Cfree Give my knees to the needy, don't ^Gpull that stuff on me ^CHand me down my walkin' cane, it's a ^Fsin to tell a ^Clie ^FSend my mouth ^Cway down south and ^Gkiss my ass good-^Cbye

^FPlease don't bury me down ^Cin that cold cold ground I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all ^Garound ^CThrow my brains in a huricane, and the ^Fblind can have my ^Ceyes ^F'deaf can take bo^Cth of my ears if ^Gthey don't mind the^C size