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
I wonder how can some people dog a poor stranger so I wonder how can some people dog a poor stranger so They should remember they goin' to 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 But 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