please don't bury me - john prine

heard this song on the radio yesterday. it was a request. * woke up this morning, put on my slippers Walked in the kitchen and died and oh! what a feeling when my soul went through the ceiling And on off into Heaven I did rise. when I got there, they did say - john, it happend 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. chorus: please don't bury me down in the cold, cold ground no, I'm gonna have 'em 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 of my ears if they don't mind the size. give my stomach to milwaukee 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 junkman and give my love to Rose. But, chorus give my feet to the footloose, careless, fancy free give my knees to the needy, don't put that stuff on me hand me down my walking cane, it's a sin to tell a lie send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass good-bye. But, chorus