I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town
I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town
Just because I'm a stranger everybody wants to dog me around
Lord, I wonder do my good gal know I'm here?
Lord, I wonder do my good gal know I'm here
Well, if she do she sure don't seem to care
How can some people dog a poor stranger so
How can some people dog a poor stranger so
They should remember they gonna reap what they sow
I would stay up North but nothing here that I can do
I would stay up North but nothing here that I can do
Just hang around the corner and sing the poor stranger blues
Mama, I'm going back South if I wear ninety-nine pairs of shoes
Mama, I'm going back South if I wear ninety-nine pairs of shoes
Then I know I'll be welcome and I won't have the stranger's blues