| On a greyhound bus, Lord I’m traveling this morning
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| I’m going to Shreveport and down to New Orleans
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| Been driving these highways, been doing things my way
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| It’s been making me lonesome on’ry and mean
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| Now her hair was jet black, and her name was Codene
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| Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street queens
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| She got tired of that smokey whine dream
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| Began to feel lonesome on’ry and mean
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| And we got together, and we cashed in our sweeps
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| Gave them to a beggar who was mumbling through the streets
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| There’s no escaping from his snowy white dreams
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| Born lookin' lonesome on’ry and mean
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| Now I’m down in this valley, where the wheels turn so low
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| At dawn I pray, to the Lord of my soul
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| I say do Lord, do right by me
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| I’m tired of being lonesome on’ry and mean
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| 'Od da la de oooooo' |