Lonesome, On'ry and Mean

On a Greyhound bus, I was travelin' this morning

I'm goin' to Shreveport and down in New Orleans

I'v been travelin' 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 Codeine

All she was a cream of the Basin Street Queens

For she got tired of the smokey-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 escaping all his smokey-wine dream

He is 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

Said it all through the Lord of my soul

I face sweet Lord, want you do right by me

With no tired of feeling lonesome, on'ry and mean

So damn tired of feeling lonesome, on'ry and mean