on a greyhound bus lord i m traveling this morning i m going to shreveport and down to new orleans been traveling these highways been doing things my way it s been making me lonesome ornery and mean now her hair was jet black and her name was codeine she thought she was the cream of the basin street queens she got tired of that smoky wine dream began to feel lonesome ornery and mean 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 dreams born lookin lonesome ornery 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 ornery and mean 
['country', 'country rock', 'outlaw country', 'texas country']