Please Don't Bury Me - John Prine

[Verse 1]

D                     G
Woke up this mornin', put on my slippers
D                         A
Walked in the kitchen and died
    D
And oh, what a feeling
        G
When my soul went through the ceiling
    A                       D
And on up into heaven I did rise
        G
When I got there they did say
            D
"John, it happened this ole way,
                                        A
You slipped upon the floor and hit your head"
    D                       G                 D
And all the angels say just before you passed away
                    A                   D
These were the very last words that you said
    
    
[Chorus]
    
G                         D
Please don't bury me down in the cold cold ground
                                                A
I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me all around
D                                     G                 D
Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes
        G             D
And the deaf can take both my ears
    A                   D
If they don't mind the size
    
    
[Verse 2]
    
D                            G
Give my stomach to Milwaukee if they run out of beer
D
Put my socks in a cedar box,
        E               A
just get them out of here
D
Venus de Milo can have my arms,
        G              D
look out I got your nose
G                    D            A               D
Sell my heart to the junk man and give my love to Rose
    
    
[Chorus]
    
G                         D
Please don't bury me down in that cold cold ground
                                                A
I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me all around
D                                     G                 D
Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes
        G             D
And the deaf can take both my ears
    A                   D
if they don't mind the size
    
    
[Verse 3]
    
D                               G
Give my feet to the foot loose, careless, fancy free
D
Give my knees to the needy,
        E                  A
don't pull that stuff on me
D
Hand me down my walkin' cane,
        G             D
it's a sin to tell a lie
G             D                  A           D
Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass goodbye
    
    
[Chorus]
    
G                         D
Please don't bury me down in the cold cold ground
                                                A
I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me all around
D                                     G                 D
Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes
        G             D
And the deaf can take both my ears
    A                   D
if they don't mind the size