On a greyhound bus, Lord I'm traveling this morning I'm going to Shreveport and down to New Orleans Been driving these highways, been doing 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 cream of the Basin Street queens She got tired of that smokey wine dream Began to feel lonesome, on'ry and mean
And we got together, and we cashed in our sweeps Gave them 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 I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry and meanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
