[Verse 1]

             
Woke up this m

        
ornin', put on

 my slippers
             
Walked in the 

            
kitchen and di

ed
     
And oh, what a

 feeling
        
When my soul w

ent through th

e ceiling
             
And on up into

              
 heaven I did 


rise
       
When I got the

re they did sa

y
          
"John, it happ

ened this ole 

way,
              
You slipped up

              
on the floor a

            
nd hit your he

ad"
             
And all the an

              
gels say just 

             
before you pas

    
sed away
              
These were the

             
 very last wor

            
ds that you sa

id


[Chorus]

             
Please don't b

            
ury me down in

 the cold cold

 ground
              
I'd rather hav

              
e them cut me 

              
up and pass me

     
 all around
             
Throw my brain

              
 in a hurrican

             
e and the blin

              
d can have my 


eyes
             
And the deaf c

        
an take both m

y ears
             
If they don't 

         
mind the size


[Verse 2]

             
Give my stomac

              
h to Milwaukee

 
 if they run o

ut of beer

Put my socks i

n a cedar box,
             
just get them 

       
out of here

Venus de Milo 

can have my ar

ms,
             
look out I got

      
 your nose
             
Sell my heart 

             
to the junk ma

             
n and give my 

        
love to Rose


[Chorus]

             
Please don't b

             
ury me down in

 that cold col

d ground
              
I'd rather hav

              
e them cut me 

              
up and pass me

     
 all around
             
Throw my brain

              
 in a hurrican

             
e and the blin

              
d can have my 


eyes
             
And the deaf c

        
an take both m

y ears
             
if they don't 

         
mind the size


[Verse 3]

             
Give my feet t

              
o the foot loo

    
se, careless, 

fancy free
 
Give my knees 

to the needy,
             
don't pull tha

           
t stuff on me

Hand me down m

y walkin' cane

,
             
it's a sin to 

       
tell a lie
             
Send my mouth 

             
way down south

             
 and kiss my a

   
ss goodbye


[Chorus]

             
Please don't b

            
ury me down in

 the cold cold

 ground
              
I'd rather hav

              
e them cut me 

              
up and pass me

     
 all around
             
Throw my brain

              
 in a hurrican

             
e and the blin

              
d can have my 


eyes
             
And the deaf c

         
an take both m

y ears
             
if they don't 

         
mind the size