Don't Bury Me Songtext

von John Prine

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"Don't Bury Me" von John Prine ist ein humorvoller Songtext, der die Vorstellung eines Mannes beschreibt, wie er nach se...

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.