C
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C
On a Greyhound bus Lord I’m traveling this morning
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C
I’m going to Shreveport and down to New Orleans
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C
Been traveling these highways been doing things my way
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C
It’s been making me lonesome on’ry and mean
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C
Well her hair was jet black and her name was Codene
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C
Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street Queens
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C
She got tired of that snowy white dream
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F
C
Tired of looking lonesome on’ry and mean
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C
Now I’m down in this valley where the wheels turn so slow
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C
At dawn I pray to the Lord of my soul
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C
I pray do Lord do right by me
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F
C
I’m tired of looking lonesome on’ry and mean
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F
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