Hello stranger
Put your loving hand in mine
You are a stranger
And you’re a friend of mine
Get up, rounder
Let a working girl lay down
You are a rounder
And you’re all out and down
Every time
I ride the four and six streetcars
I can see my baby
Peeping through the bars
He bowed his head
And he waved both hands at me
He’s prison bound
And longing to be free
I’ll see you
When your troubles are like mine
Yes. I’ll see you
When you haven’t got a dime
