The Parting Glass – Shaun Davey, Sinnead O’Connor, others, classic Irish wake song.
And, arguably, “My Ride’s Here.”
Easier to list all the Warren Zevon songs that weren’t about death.
(You’re excused a manly sniffle, but be quiet about it. :')
One Last Time by Dusty Drake, is about a man calling his wife from Flight 93 on Sept 11. A real tear-jerker. The twist is you think he’s calling to tell her he’s leaving her for another woman until the last verse.
Another just-about-to-be-hanged song:
The Men They Couldn’t Hang The Colours
Sharp Knife of a Short life by The Band Perry.
For the medievalists: The Burden of the Crown.
Mark Knopfer: Dream of the Drowned Submariner
I guess some of the songs from Sondheim’s ASSASSINS would qualify; in one of them, The Ballad of Booth, Booth sings his own imagined eulogy and then shoots himself at the end. And Giuseppe Zangara is electrocuted and Charles Guiteau is hanged at the end of their main songs, but they’re being executed.
“Sister Morphine” by the Rolling Stones:
Sorry. Didn’t notice it.
Some interpretations of “Bohemian Rhapsody” would qualify, where “a man” that the singer “just killed” is actually himself.
(Wails) But I’m a GIRL!!!
What? No love for Rolf Harris?
*There’s an old Australian stockman, lying, dying
And he gets himself up on one elbow
And he turns to his mates, who are all gathered 'round him
And he says
“Watch me wallaby’s feed, mate…”*
Last Meal, by Asleep At The Wheel
“Love Vigilantes” by New Order
Then I looked into her hand
And I saw the telegram
That said I was a brave, brave man
But that I was dead
I thought my parents were the only ones outside of Australia who ever owned a Rolf Harris album.
Here is another … almost. It was originally written and recorded before she was diagnosed with what was ultimately terminal cancer. I first heard Lhasa’s “Soon this Space will be too Small” shortly before she died. Hereis her explanation of her song as told by her after her diagnosis. Brings a lump to my throat every time. Hauntingly prophetic when you realize it was written and sung by a woman destined to die of cancer at 37.
I’m surprised that no one has mentioned Lord Randall by now.