| Song | Please Don't Bury Me |
| Artist | John Prine |
| Album | Souvenirs |
| 作词 : Prine | |
| Lyrics：John Prine Music：John Prine | |
| Woke up this morning | |
| 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: | |
| Chorus: | |
| Please don't bury me | |
| Down in that cold cold ground | |
| No, i'd 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 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" 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 | |
| Repeat chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Repeat chorus |
| zuò cí : Prine | |
| Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
| Woke up this morning | |
| 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: | |
| Chorus: | |
| Please don' t bury me | |
| Down in that cold cold ground | |
| No, i' d 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 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" 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 | |
| Repeat chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Repeat chorus |