Cifras
Please Don't Bury Me

Tom: D

Introdução:

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Woke up this morning, put on my slippers,
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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!
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you slipped upon the floor and hit your head,
             D                                                         G                                            D  
And all the angels say just before you passed away
G                                                                 D  
"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,
D  
Throw my brains in a hurricane,
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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."
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D                                                                                                                                                      G                                    D  
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,
        D                                                                                                                                                                 G                                                                 D  
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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G  D  A7  D  
D                                                                                                                                                      G                                    D  
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.
        D                                                                                                                            G                                                                 D  
Hand me down my walkin' cane  it's a sin to tell a lie.
     G                                                                            D                                                         A7                                                      D  
Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass good-bye.
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