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 street cars 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
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