Prine John - Don't Bury Me, аккорды

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Woke up this morning, put on my slippers,   
 
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went to the kitchen and died,   
     
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And, oh, what a feeling when my soul went through the celing   
     
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and on up in to heaven I did rise!   
        
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When I got there they did say, "John, it happened this-a-way:   
                                        
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you slipped upon the floor and hit your head,  
      
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And all the angels say just before you passed away   
                   
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these are the very last words that you said:   
 
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"Please don't bury me down in that cold, cold ground.   
                                               
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I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me all around,   
 
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Throw my brains in a huricane,   
 
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The blind can have my eyes,   
       
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the deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size."    
   
 
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Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer;   
 
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Put my socks in a cedar box, just get 'em out of here ,  
     
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Venus de milo can have my arms.  Look out! I've got your nose.   
 
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Sell my heart to the junk man  and give my love to Rose.  
   
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"Please don't bury me down in that cold, cold ground.   
                                               
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I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me all around,   
 
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Throw my brains in a huricane,   
 
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The blind can have my eyes,   
       
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the deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size." 
   
 
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Give my feet to the foot-loose, careless, fancy-free.   
 
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Give my knees to the needy; don't you pull that stuff on me.   
     
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Hand me down my walkin' cane; it's a sin to tell a lie.   
 
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Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass good-bye.  
   
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"Please don't bury me down in that cold, cold ground.   
                                               
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I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me all around,   
 
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Throw my brains in a huricane,   
 
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The blind can have my eyes,   
       
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the deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size."