Lonesome, On'ry and Mean

On a Greyhound bus Lord I'm travelin' this morning I'm goin' to Shreveport and down to New Orleans Been trav'lin' these highways and doin' things my way It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean God her hair was jet black and her name was Bodine Thought she was the queen of the Basin Street Queens She got tired of that smoky-wine dream She began to feel lonesome on'ry and mean We got together and we cashed in our sweeps Gave onto beggar who was mumblin' through the streets There's no escaping from his snowy white dreams On'ry and lonesome on'ry and mean 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