Please Don't Bury Me

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: [Refrão]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 hurricane, 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." Instrumental: G D A D D G D Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer; E7 A7 Put my socks in a cedar box, just get 'em out of here, D G D Venus de milo can have my arms. Look out! I've got your nose. G D A7 D Sell my heart to the junk man and give my love to Rose. Chorus Instrumental: D G D E7 A7 D G D G D A7 D D G D Give my feet to the foot-loose, careless, fancy-free. E7 A7 Give my knees to the needy; don't you pull that stuff on me. D G D Hand me down my walkin' cane; it's a sin to tell a lie. G D A7 D Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass good-bye. Chorus