[Intro]
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[Strophe]
               D             C         G    D 
On a Greyhound bus, Lord I'm travelin' this morning 
             G                            D 
I'm goin' to Shreveport and down to New Orleans 
                     G                           D 
Been travelin' these highways, been doin' things my way 
                    C       G           D 
It's been making me lonesome, on'ry and mean
[Strophe]
                     D             C        G D 
Now her hair was jet black and her name was Codeine 
                        G                         D 
She thought she was the cream of the Basin Street Queens 
        G                        D 
She got tired of that smokey-wine dream 
              C       G           D 
Began to feel lonesome, on'ry and mean
[Solo]
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[Strophe]
         D             C      G      D 
We got together and we cashed in our sweeps 
              G                                   D 
Gave 'em to a beggar who was mumblin' through the streets 
            G                            D 
There's no escaping from his snowy white dream 
             C       G           D 
Born lookin' lonesome, on'ry and mean
[Strophe]
                     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 dear Lord, do right by me 
                            C       G           D 
You know I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry and mean...
[Outro]
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