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Dont bury me  John Prine

[D]Woke up this morning, [G]put on my slippers
[D]went to the kitchen and [A]died
And [D]oh what a feeling when my [G]soul went through the celing
and [A]on up in to heaven I did [D]rise
When I [G]got there they did say John it [D]happened this-a-way
you slipped upon the floor and hit your[A] head
And a[D]ll the angels say just [G]before you passed [D]away
these are the very[A] last words that you [D]said
[G]Please don't bury me down [D]in that cold cold ground
I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all [A]around
[D]Throw my brains in a huricane
[G]The blind can have my [D]eyes
[G]'deaf can take bo[D]th of my ears if [A]they don't mind the[D] size

Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box just get 'em out'a 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


Give my feet to the foot-loose
careless fancy free
Give my knees to the needy
don't 'cha 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 good-bye


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Walt Dabell KD3GS (302)645-4225
U of Delaware / College of Marine Studies
700 Pilottown Rd. Lewes, DE 19958

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