Lonesome On'ry and Mean - Waylon Jennings

On a greyhound bus, Lord I’m traveling this morning

I’m going to Shreveport and down to New Orleans

Been driving these highways, been doing things my way

It’s been making me lonesome on’ry and mean

Now her hair was jet black, and her name was Codene

Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street queens

She got tired of that smokey whine dream

Began to feel lonesome on’ry and mean

And we got together, and we cashed in our sweeps

Gave them to a beggar who was mumbling through the streets

There’s no escaping from his snowy white dreams

Born lookin' 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 do Lord, do right by me

I’m tired of being lonesome on’ry and mean

'Od da la de oooooo'