| C | F | |
| Woke up this morning, | put on my slippers |
| C | G | |
| Walked in the kitchen and | died |
| C | F | |
| And | oh, what a feelin' when my | soul went through the ceiling |
| G | C | |
| And | on up into heaven I did | rise |
| F | C | |
| When I | got there they did say John it | happened this a-way |
| G | |
| You slipped upon the floor and hit your | head |
| C | F | C | |
| And | all the angels say just | before you passed | away |
| G | C | |
| These were the very | last words that you | said |
| F | C | |
| Please don't bury me down | in the cold, cold ground |
| G | |
| No, I druther have them cut me up and pass me all a | round |
| C | F | C | |
| Throw my brain in a hurricane and the | blind can have my | eyes |
| F | C | G | C | |
| And the | deaf can take | both my ears if | they don't mind the | size |
| Give my stomache to Milwaukee if they run out of beer |
| Put my socks in a cedar box, just get them out of here |
| Venus de Milo can have my arms, look out, I've got your nose |
| Sell my heart to the junk man and give my love to rose |
| CHORUS & INSTRUMENTAL VERSE |
| 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 walkin' cane it's a sin to tell a lie |
| Send my mouth way down south, and kiss my ass goodbye |
| CHORUS |
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| * "Here's a song that I like to play. * |
| * Print it out, play it and pass it around. * |
| * If you like it, send me one of your favourites." * |
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| * Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca * |
| * Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160 * |
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