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