Lonesome, On'ry and Mean

On a Greyhound bus

Lord, I'm travelling this morning

I'm going to Shreveport and down to New Orleans

Been travelling these highways and doing things my way

It's been making me lonesome

On'ry and mean

Now her hair was jet black

And her name was Codeine

She thought she was the cream of the Basin Street Queens

She got tired of that smoky-wine dream

Began to feel lonesome

On'ry and mean

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