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Woke up this morning, put on my slippers,
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went to the kitchen and died,
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And, oh, what a feeling when my soul went through the celing
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and on up in to heaven I did rise!
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When I got there they did say, "John, it happened this-a-way:
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you slipped upon the floor and hit your head,
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And all the angels say just before you passed away
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these are the very last words that you said:
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"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,
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Throw my brains in a hurricane,
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The blind can have my eyes,
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the deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size."
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