Lonesome, On'ry and Mean

On a Greyhound bus, I was travelin' this mornin’

I'm goin' to Shreveport, down to New Orleans

I’ve been travlin' these highways, I’ve been doin' things my way

But it's beginning to make me lonesome, on'ry and mean

Her hair was jet black and her name was Codine

Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street Queens

Well she got tired of that smoky-wine dream

She began to feel lonesome, on'ry and mean

Now we got together and we cashed in our sweeps

Lord we gave ‘em to a beggar who was mumblin' through the streets

He said there's no escapin’ all the smoky-wine dreams

Now he was born feelin’ lonesome, on'ry and mean

I'm down in the valley where the wheels turn so slow

You know I said me a little prayer, sent it off to the Lord of my soul

I prayed, “Sweet Lord, won’t you do right by me?”

We’re so tired of feelin’ lonesome, on'ry and mean

So damn tired of feelin’ lonesome, on'ry and mean