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John Prine
Please Don't Bury Me

A musical "organ donor card"

_Woke up this mornin',
_Put on my slippers,
_Walked in the kitchen,
And died.

And Oh!  what a feeling
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 '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 o'my ears
If they don't mind the size.

[Two and a half bars of instrumental music]

Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer.
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get 'em outta here.

Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got yer nose
Sell my heart to the junkman,
And give my love to Rose.

But... [Chorus]

[Eight and a half bars of instrumental music]

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.

But... [Chorus]

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