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, 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 gonna reap what they sow.
I would stay up North but there's nothing here that I can do,
I would stay up North but there's nothing here that I can do,
But hang around this corner and sing the poor stranger blues.
Mama, I am going back south if I wear ninety nine pair of shoes,
Mama, I am going back south if I wear ninety nine pair of shoes,
Then I know I'll be welcome and I won't have the stranger's blues.

Copyright: ACORN PUBLISHING
Writer(s): ELMORE JAMES, MARSHALL E SEHORN