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From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)
PLEASE DON'T BURY ME by John Prine
Woke up this morning, put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh, what a feelin' when my soul went through the ceiling
And on up into 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 were the very last words that you said
Please don't bury me down in the cold, cold ground
No, I druther have them cut me up and pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes
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
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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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