Last night I came home but you wasn't there Found all my things thrown everywhere No one to talk to, no one to talk to but the blues Oh, I read your letter, oh signed, "I love you" But in your letter, said we were through No one to talk to, no one to talk to but the blues Sometimes when we quarrel The things that are said Can make you feel bitter When you'd rather feel love instead Well, come on back home, oh where you belong I love you baby, yes, I was wrong No one to talk to, no one to talk to but the blues Sometimes when we quarrel The things that are said Baby, they make you feel bitter When you'd rather feel love instead Come on back home, oh where you belong I love you baby, Lord, I was wrong No one to talk to, no one to talk to but the blues No one to talk to, no one to talk to but the blues