(A.P. Carter)
  
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