Accords et paroles Please Don't Bury Me John Prine

Please Don't Bury Me

John Prine

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Woke up this morning put on my slippers   
went to the kitchen and died   
And oh what a feeling when my soul went through the celing   
and on up in to heaven I did rise!   
When I got there they did say "John it happened this-a-way:   
you slipped upon the floor and hit your head  
And all the angels say just before you passed away   
these are the very last words that you said:   
"Please don't bury me down in that cold cold ground.   
I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me all around   
Throw my brains in a hurricane   
The blind can have my eyes   
the deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size."
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Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer;                     
Put my socks in a cedar box just get 'em 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.                      
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Give my feet to the foot-loose careless fancy-free.                    
Give my knees to the needy; don't you 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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Please Don't Bury Me

John Prine

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