About thirty years ago someone at a now-defunct club I attended sang a song with the chorus

Don't sing me no sad songs when you hear that I've gone,
Don't sing me no sad songs, I know I'm not the only one
To rest his head on your pillow, girl, in the early morning sun -
So don't sing no sad songs when I'm gone.

His name was Danny, he played a Yamaha 12, and I don't remember any more.