Lonesome, On'ry and Mean

On a Greyhound bus I'm travelin' this mornin'

I'm goin' to Shreveport and to New Orleans

You know ramblin' these highways, and Lord, and travelin' these byways

It's been makin' me lonesome, on'ry and mean

Now her hair was jet-black and her name was Beaudine

Oh, she thought she was the queen of the Basin Street cream

But she got tired of that smoky-wine dream

She began feelin' lonesome, on'ry and mean

So we got together and we cashed in our sweeps

And we give it to some beggar who was mumblin' through the streets

And he stood there escaping from his cursed beggar's dream

He began lookin' lonesome, on'ry and mean

Now I'm down in this valley where the wheel turns so low

At dawn I pray to the Lord of my soul

I say, "Oh, Lord, won't you help me jump clean?

You know I'm tired of bein' lonesome, on'ry and mean"