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Oh Nina, you surely know how, and why, to lament.
Please, will you sing this for me when I’m gone?
x Jonathan
She’s going to sing ‘Feeling Good’ at my funeral…
“New dawn, new life, new day ” –
sure is true, but I ain’t Feelin’ Good, man,
‘cos my girl done gone and died and she left me
all alone, like I knew that she would.
I don’t care for your words of kind comfort,
keep them for some other good sunny day, man,
for she needs me to cry into her grave so she won’t
be forgotten, like she would if the preacher
had his way,
oh, if he had his way, man,
if the preacher done had his dirty way.