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