On a Greyhound bus, Lord, I'm traveling this morning I'm going to Shreveport and down to New Orleans Been traveling these highways, I been doing things my way It's been making me lonesome, ornery and mean Now, her hair was jet black, and her name was Colene Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street queens She got tired of that smokey wine dream Began to feel lonesome, ornery and mean And we got together, and we cashed in our sweeps Gave 'em to a beggar who was mumbling through the streets There's no escaping from his snowy white dream He was born lookin' lonesome, ornery 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 pray, dear Lord, do right by me You know I'm tired of being lonesome, ornery and mean Odelay-oo
On a Greyhound bus, Lord, I'm traveling this morning I'm going to Shreveport and down to New Orleans Been traveling these highways, I been doing things my way It's been making me lonesome, ornery and mean Now, her hair was jet black, and her name was Colene Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street queens She got tired of that smokey wine dream Began to feel lonesome, ornery and mean And we got together, and we cashed in our sweeps Gave 'em to a beggar who was mumbling through the streets There's no escaping from his snowy white dream He was born lookin' lonesome, ornery 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 pray, dear Lord, do right by me You know I'm tired of being lonesome, ornery and mean Odelay-oo
