ON A GREYHOUND BUS
LORD I'M TRAVELIN'
THIS MORNING
I'M GOIN' TO SHREVEPORT
AND DOWN TO
NEW ORLEANS
BEEN TRAVELIN'
THESE HIGHWAYS
BEEN DOIN' THINGS
MY WAY
IT'S BEEN MAKING ME
LONESOME
ON'RY AND MEAN
NOW HER HAIR
WAS JET BLACK
AND HER NAME
WAS COLLEEN
SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS
THE CREAM OF THE
BASIN STREET QUEENS
SHE GOT TIRED
OF THAT SMOKY-WINE
DREAM
BEGAN TO FEEL
LONESOME
ON'RY AND MEAN
16 BAR
INSTRUMENTAL
BREAK
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
DREAM Umm
BORN LOOKIN' LONESOME
ON'RY 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
ON'RY AND MEAN
YODELAYEEEE