On a Greyhound bus

Lord, I'm traveling this morning

I'm going to Shreveport

And down to New Orleans

Been traveling these highways

Been doing things my way

It's been making me lonesome, ornery, and mean

Now her hair was jet black

And her name was Codeine

She thought she was the cream

Of the Basin Street Queens

She got tired of that smoky wine dream

Began to feel lonesome, ornery, and mean

We got together

And we cashed in our sweeps

Gave 'em to a beggar

Who was mumblin' through the streets

There's no escaping from his snowy white dreams

Born lookin' lonesome, ornery, 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, "Dear Lord, do right by me

You know I'm tired of being lonesome, ornery, and mean"