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THE OUTLAW’S LAST REQUEST — WILLIE NELSON’S “ROLL ME UP AND SMOKE ME WHEN I DIE” IS PURE REBEL SPIRIT Only Willie Nelson could turn mortality into a toe-tapping celebration. In Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die, he faces the end with a wink, a grin, and a cloud of smoke — outlaw country at its finest. It’s funny, fearless… and unmistakably Willie.

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Introduction

Some songs are written to chase immortality.
This one laughs at it.

When Willie Nelson sings “Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die,” he isn’t being shocking just for fun. He’s doing what Willie has always done best — turning a hard truth into something human, relaxed, and strangely comforting. The song sounds playful on the surface, but underneath it carries a philosophy he’s lived by for decades: don’t fear the end, don’t pretend you’re above it, and definitely don’t take it too seriously.

What makes this song special is how casually profound it is. Willie talks about death the same way some people talk about the weather — not with dread, but with acceptance. There’s no sermon here, no sadness dressed up as wisdom. Just a man saying, I’ve lived my life my way, and when it’s over, that’s okay too.

Musically, the song feels loose and unforced, like a conversation drifting late into the night. Willie’s voice doesn’t try to sound young or polished — it sounds lived-in. That’s the magic. You believe every word because he’s earned the right to say it. The humor isn’t a mask; it’s a release.

For listeners, “Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die” lands as more than a novelty. It’s permission. Permission to laugh at what scares us, to accept aging without bitterness, and to see life as something to enjoy all the way through — not something to cling to in fear.

In the end, the song isn’t about marijuana.
It’s about freedom.
The freedom to live honestly… and leave just as easily.

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Lyrics

Roll me up and smoke me when I die
And if anyone don’t like it, just look ’em in the eye
I didn’t come here and I ain’t leaving, so don’t sit around and cry
Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
Now you won’t see no sad and teary eyes
When I get my wings and it’s my time to fly
Call my friends and tell ’em there’s a party, come on by
And just roll me up and smoke me when I die
Roll me up and smoke me when I die
And if anyone don’t like it, just look them in the eye
I didn’t come here and I ain’t leaving, so don’t sit around and cry
But just roll me up and smoke me when I die
And I’d go, I’ve been here long enough
So sing and tell more jokes and dance stuff
Just keep the music playing, that will be a good goodbye
Roll me up and smoke me when I die
Roll me up and smoke me when I die
And if anyone don’t like it, just look ’em in the eye
I didn’t come here and I ain’t leaving, so don’t sit around and cry
Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
Hey, take me out and build a roaring fire
Roll me in the flames for about an hour
And take me out and twist me up and point me towards the sky
And roll me up and smoke me when I die
Roll me up and smoke me when I die
And if anyone don’t like it, just look ’em in the eye
I didn’t come here and I ain’t leaving, so don’t sit around and cry
Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
Just roll me up and smoke me when I die

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