Don't Bury Me

Tom: D

D                     G  
Woke up this morning, put on my slippers,  
D                       A  
went to the kitchen and died,  
    D                         G         
And, oh, what a feeling when my soul went through the celing  
    A                        D  
and on up in to heaven I did rise!  
       G                              D  
When I got there they did say, "John, it happened this-a-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 are the very last words that you said:  

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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               
Throw my brains in a huricane,  
G                     D  
The blind can have my eyes,  
      G                D                A                  D  
the deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size."
  
  
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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