Text: Flatt and Scruggs. Hello Stranger.

Now, hello stranger, put your loving hands in mine
Hello stranger, put your loving hands in mine
You are a stranger but you're a pal of mine
Now get up rounder, let a working man lay down
Get up rounder let a working man lay down
You are a rounder but you are out in town

Every time I ride that six and four street car
Every time I ride that six and four street car
I can see my baby peeping through the bars
She bowed her head, she waved both hands at me
She bowed her head, she waved both hands at me
I'm prison bound I'm longing to be free

Oh, I'll see you when your troubles are like mine
I'll see you when your troubles are like mine
Oh, I'll see you when you haven't got a dime
Oh weeping like a willow, mournin' like a dove
Weeping like a willow, mournin' like a dove
As a girl of country that I really love