Dont Bury Me lyrics

Please Don`t Bury Me Down in the Cold Cold Ground
from a John Prine LP (did John write this?)


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 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 don`t wanna have them 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.

Give my stomach to Milwaukee if they run out of beer,
Put my socks in a cedar box, just get `em outa here!
Venus de Milo can have my arms, look out, I`ve got your nose,
Sell my art to the junk man, and give my love to Rose.

Please don`t bury me down in the cold cold ground,
No, I don`t wanna have them 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.

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 walking cane, it`s a sin to tell a lie,
Send my mouth way down south, and kiss my ass goodbye.

Please don`t bury me down in the cold cold ground,
No, I don`t wanna have them 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.


Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu