Tom: G
D C G D
On a greyhound bus, Lord I'm traveling this morning,
G D
I'm going to Shreveport and on down to New Orleans,
G D
Been driving these highways, been doing things my way,
Cadd9 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 Codiene,
G D
Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street queens,
G D
She got tired of that smokey whine dream,
Cadd9 G D
Began to feel lonesome, on'ry and mean,
D C G D G D G D Cadd9 D
[Verse 3]
D C G D
We got together, and we cashed in our sweeps,
G D
Gave them to a beggar who was mumbling through the streets,
G D
There's no escaping from his snowy white dreams,
Cadd9 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 do Lord, do right by me,
Cadd9 G D - Cadd9 - G - D
I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry and mean,
