John Prine - Please dont bury me

^C Woke up this m^Corning, ^Fput on my ^Fslippers ^C Walked in the ^Ckitchen and ^Gdied ^G And ^Coh what a ^Cfeeling when my ^Fsoul went through the ^Fceiling and ^Gon up in to ^Gheaven I did ^Crise ^C When I ^Fgot there they did ^Fsay John it ^Chappened this-a-^Cway you ^Cslipped upon the ^Cfloor and hit your ^Ghead ^G And ^Call the angels ^Csay just be^Ffore you passed ^Caway these ^Cwere the very ^Glast words that you ^Csaid^C

^FPlease don't bury ^Fme down ^Cin that cold cold ^Cground I'd ^Crather have 'em ^Ccut me up and ^Cpass me all a^Ground ^{G C}Throw my brains in a ^Churricane the ^Fblind can have my ^Ceyes The ^Fdeaf can take ^Cboth of my ears if ^Gthey don't mind the^C si^Cze

^CGive my stomach ^Cto Milwaukee if ^Fthey run out of ^Fbeer ^CPut my socks in a ^Ccedar box just ^Gget 'em out'a ^Ghere ^CVenus de milo can ^Chave my arms Look ^Fout! I've got your ^Fnose ^FSell my heart to the ^Cjunk man and ^Ggive my love to ^CRose ^C

^C Give my feet to the ^Cfoot-loose ^Fcareless fancy ^Ffree ^CGive my knees to the ^Cneedy don't 'cha ^Gpull that stuff on ^Gme ^CHand me down my ^Cwalkin' cane, it's a ^Fsin to tell a ^Flie ^FSend my mouth ^Cway down south and ^Gkiss my ass good-^Cbye ^C

The ^Fdeaf can take ^Cboth of my ears if ^Gthey don't mind the ^Csiz^Ce