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 a beggar who was
mumblin' through the streets
There's no escaping
from his snowy white dream
On going 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 dear Lord
do right by me
you know I'm tired
of being lonesome
on'ry and mean...
