Hello, stranger, put your loving hand in mine

Hello, stranger, put your loving hand in mine

You are a stranger, and you're a pal of mine

Get up, rounder, let a working girl lay down

Get up, rounder, let a working girl lay down

You are a rounder, and you're all out and down

Oh every time I ride the sixth and fourth street cart

Every time I ride the sixth and fourth street cart

I can see my baby peepin' through the bars

Well, he bowed his head, and he waved both hands at me

He bowed his little head, he waved both hands at me

I'm prison-bound, I'm longin' 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

Weepin' like a willow and mournin' like a dove

Weepin' like a willow, mournin' like a dove

There's a man up the country that I really love

Well, hello, stranger, put your loving hand in mine

Hello, stranger, put your loving hand in mine

You are a stranger, and you're a pal of mine