Tom: G
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[Verse 1]
D C G D
On a Greyhound bus, Lord I'm travelin' this morning
G D
I'm goin' to Shreveport and down to New Orleans
G D
Been travelin' these highways, been doin' things my way
C G D
It's been making me lonesome, on'ry and mean
[Verse 2]
D C G D
Now her hair was jet black and her name was Codeine
G D
She thought she was the cream of the Basin Street Queens
G D
She got tired of that smokey-wine dream
C G D
Began to feel lonesome, on'ry and mean
[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
D C G D
We got together and we cashed in our sweeps
G D
Gave 'em to a beggar who was mumblin' through the streets
G D
There's no escaping from his snowy white dream
C G D
Born lookin' lonesome, on'ry and mean
[Verse 4]
D C G D
Now I'm down in this valley where the wheels turn so low
G D
At dawn I pray to the Lord of my soul
G D
I say dear Lord, do right by me
C G D
You know I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry and mean...
[Outro]
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(fade out)
