Letter

The letter is in the mailbox.
The letter is in the mailbox.
I’m filing for divorce,
From my late husband.
They came and took him to the hospital,
He died into his grave.
There was a lot of commotion,
'Cause everybody loved my man.
But I, I loved you the most.
The letter is in the mailbox.
The letter is in the mailbox.
I must divorce my late husband,
For he is not around to hold me.
He’s not around to bark at the door.