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,