On a greyhound bus Lord, I'm travelin this morning I'm going' to Shreceport And down to New Orleans Been travelin these highways Been doing things my way It's been making me Lonesome On'ry and mean Well 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 snowy white dreams Tired of being Lonesome On'ry and mean Well 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, Please do right by me I'm tired of being Lonesome On'ry and Mean"