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DWoke up this morning, Gput on my slippers,
Dwent to the kitchen and Adied,
And,D oh, what a feeling when mGy soul went through the celing
and Aon up in to heaven I did Drise!
When I Ggot there they did say, "John, Dit happened this-a-way:
you slipped upon the floor and hit yourA head,
And aDll the angels say just Gbefore you passed Daway
these are the veryA last words that you Dsaid:
G"Please don't bury me downD in that cold, cold ground.
I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me allA around,
DThrow my brains in a hurricane,
GThe blind can have my Deyes,
the deGaf can take both Dof my ears if theAy don't mind the siDze."
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GDAD
DGive my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer; G D
Put my socks in a cedar box, just get 'em out of here,E7 A7
VenDus de milo can have my arms. Look out! I've got your nose. G D
SeGll my heart to the junk man aDnd give my love to RoseA7. D
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DGDE7A7
DGD
GDA7D
DGive my feet to the foot-loose, careless, fancy-free. G D
Give my knees to the needy; don't you pull that stuff E7on me. A7
HanDd me down my walkin' cane; it's a sin to tell a Glie. D
SeGnd my mouth way down south andD kiss my ass good-bye. A7 D
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