Lonesome, On'ry and Mean

On a Greyhound bus Lord I'm travelin' this morning

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

Been travlin' these highways and 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 queen 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 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...