On a greyhound bus


Lord, I'm travelin' this morning

I'm goin' to Shreveport


And down to New Orleans




Been travelin' these highways


Been doin' things my way


It's been making me lonesome

On'ry and mean





God her hair was jet black

And her name was Bodine


Thought she was the cream


Of the basin street queens




She got tired


Of that smoky-wine dream

She began to feel lonesome


On'ry and mean




We got together


And we cashed in our sweeps


Gave onto a beggar

Who was mumblin' through the streets





There's no escaping

From his snowy white dream


On'ry and lonesome


On'ry and mean




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

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