Lonesome, On'ry And Mean

On a Greyhound bus I was travelin' this morning
I’m goin' to Shreveport, down to New Orleans
I’ve been travlin' these highways, I’ve been doin' things my way
It’s beginnin' to make me lonesome on’ry and mean
Her hair was jet black and her name was Codeine
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
Now we got together and we cashed in our sweeps
Lord we gave 'em to a beggar who was mumblin' through the streets
He said there’s no escaping all the smoky wine dream
Now he was born feelin' lonesome on’ry and mean
I’m down in the valley where the wheels turn so slow
You know I said me a little prayer, sent it off to the Lord of my soul
I pray sweet Lord, won’t you do right by me
We’re so tired offeelin' lonesome on’ry and mean
So damn tired of feelin' lonesome on’ry and mean
You think all Waylon would be proud of Jody?
I think he would