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 Now 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