Very few musicians have the songwriting gifts of John Prine, he see's a world we all see and comments on it with great wit and clarity. If you have not listened to him do yourself a favor and go out and buy one of his cd's.
Please Don't Bury Me
Woke up this morning and put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh what a feeling!
When my soul went thru the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride
When I got there they did say John, it happened this 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 dont bury me down in that cold cold ground
No, Id 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 of my ears if they dont mind the size
Give my stomach to milwaukee if they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box just get em out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman and give my love to rose
Give my feet to the footloose careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy dont 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 goodby
John Prine
