Lonesome, On'ry And Mean

On a greyhound bus,

Lord I'm traveling this morning

I'm going to Shreveport and on 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 whine 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

Yodelayeeee...