Ghost Blues Loudon Wainwright III

My old dog misses me so
To the beach, to the dog park, he don’t wanna go
He lies there, waiting at the foot of my bed
Because he knows I’m right there, even though I’m dead

Your late husband, that would be me
I’ve been gone so long I’m just a faint memory
I’ve been disparaged in passing by your friends late at night
I blew out the candles all on, that served him right

The day that I died, I knew I was toast
Next thing I was hanging out with Marley’s ghost
Hamlet’s father, he’s a friend of mine
That old cane can’t keep from crying

At my memorial service there was quite a turnout
Some stayed away, hey, what was that all about?
Tell me, didn’t she love me, didn’t he care?
Nobody saw me, but I was right there
(I was doing a head count)

Now I’m out of the picture, yeah, I’m off of the book
Just a chunk of time, that was all that it took
Was it a shot from a gun, a slip of a knife
I don’t know what killed me, Lord, it might have been life