Letras
On a Greyhound bus
Lord, I'm traveling this morning
I'm going to Shreveport
Down in New Orleans
Been traveling these highways
I've been doing things my way
It's making me lonesome
Ornery and mean
Well, her hair was jet black
And her name was Bodine
Lord, she was a cream
Of the Basin Street Queen
She got tired
Of her smokey wine dreams
Tired of being lonesome
Ornery and mean
Back in the alley
We cashed in our sweets
Gave them to a beggar
Who was mumbling through the streets
There's no escaping
From the smokey white dreams
Tired of being lonesome
Ornery and mean
Well, I'm down in this alley
Where the wheels turn so low
At dawn I pray
To the Lord of my soul
I pray, "Dear Lord
Do right by me"
I'm tired of being lonesome
Ornery and mean
I'm tired of being lonesome