No Blues

My neighbors all see me stumblin home
They can see theres somethin bloody bad wrong
They hear me singin the wrong kind of song
Just cause my beds been empty too long
My birds sing loud cause I told them all
To get on the beat, to get on the ball
And to bring you here, so I can lay my head
And to warm up my old empty bed
Just too empty
That empty bed of mine
This empty bed of mine is my worst curse
It hurts you little, it hurts me worse
It hurts the vine that climbs my poles
But my empty bed hurts me the most
Im prayin and a-prayin, pretty soon your head
Will come and put an end to my empty old bed
If ya dont come soon, Im apt to be dead
Or just Gods dead. My empty old bed.
Just too empty
That empty bed of mine