Crimson and Clover – Kevin Trent Boswell

When you hear that I am dead and gone
Once it’s official and you’ve dried your eye
I’ve only a few, very simple requests
With which I do truly hope you’ll comply

Just little things but the first is important
So much so, that I’ll say it, over and over
You can pray or don’t, doesn’t matter a bit
But remember to play Crimson and Clover

I don’t need a fancy, expensive coffin
Keep the money, I don’t need a new suit
Incinerate me and spread my ashes
Where trees and flowers will happily root

It matters very little to me, whether or not
People say they’re coming or if they arrive
Just don’t allow anyone into my service
That I didn’t care for, when I was alive

Unless I loved them ever so dearly
Show them the door and tell them “Ciao”
I never wanted them around before…
I’ve certainly got no use for them now

I’d like it if everyone is happy, has a party
Pouring me a libation might be nice
If you do, just remember I like good tequila
Or bourbon (no Scotch) and Coke, on ice

But sincerely, I don’t require any fuss at all
I don’t give a damn; for me, it’s all over
I really don’t care what you do, except…
Original (long version) Crimson and Clover

I could provide you with a whole playlist,
Of songs I adored and loved to share
But attention spans… most people only
Hear themselves, they don’t really care

Long story short, the bullet points are:
Tequila, bourbon, fire into ashes, not a box
Real friends only; not sure how to enforce
(Maybe a secret handshake or knocks?)

But if you left me thirsty, in wooden crate,
Invited all my least favorite people over
It wouldn’t matter, if you remembered
The most important thing…

Don’t forget to play Crimson and Clover