On a Greyhound bus Lord, I'm traveling this morning I'm goin' to Shreveport and down to New Orleans Been travelin' these highways Been doin' things my way It's been making me lonesome, on'ry and mean
Now her hair was jet black And her name was Codene Thought she was the queen of the Basin Street Queens She got tired of that smokey-wine dream Began to feel lonesome, on'ry and mean
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Well, we got together, and we cashed in our sweeps Gave 'em to a beggar who was mumbling through the streets There's no escaping from his snowy white dreams Born lookin' lonesome, on'ry and mean
Now I'm down in this valley Where the wheels turn so low At dawn I pray to the Lord of my soul I say do Lord, do right by me You know I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry and mean
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