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It’s a nice song, and the idea that you’ve lived your life in such a way that you can be rolled up and smoked, well, that is kind of appealing.
When I listen to this, I can’t help but picture what that funeral would be like. It would be a happy funeral, and the song itself gives me a sort of hope that I cannot really explain. The key is part of it, but so are the lyrics and that guitar he is playing. The reason that guitar has that hole in the side is that he has played it for so long the picks wore the wood away to nothing.
I am so thankful to have seen him live once.