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.