Talking Empty Bed Blues

My neighbors all see me stumblin' home

They can see there’s somethin' bloody bad wrong

They hear me singin' the wrong kind of song

Just 'cause my bed’s been empty too long

My birds sing loud 'cause I told them all

To get on the beam, 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

I’m prayin and a-prayin, pretty soon your head

Will come and put an end to my empty old bed

If ya don’t come soon, I’m apt to be dead

Or just God’s dead. My empty old bed

Just too empty, that empty bed of mine