Brownie McGhee - I'm a Stranger Here Lyrics
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I'm a Stranger Here
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What Are The Lyrics For I'm a Stranger Here By Brownie McGhee?
I'm a stranger, just blowed in your town
So I want my train fare home, so I have no worries on my babe I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town Oh yes, I am, I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town Well, because I'm a stranger everybody wants to dog me 'round Well, I wonder why some people treat the strangers so Oh yes, I do, I wonder why some people treat the strangers so Well, he may be your best friend that you will never know I'm gonna write home to daddy, send me my railroad fare Oh yes, I am, I'm gonna write home to daddy send me my railroad fare Well, if he don't send it, I don't mind walkin' down Go ahead man Yes, yes, yes Well, I wonder if my good girl knows I'm here Oh yes, I do, Lord, I wonder if my good girl knows I'm here Well, if she do, she just don't seem to care Well, I'm goin' back home, wear out ninety-nine pair of shoes Oh yes, I am, I'm goin' back home wear out ninety-nine pair of shoes Well, when I get back home I won't have these old stranger blues I'm gonna leave this town, nothing here that I can do Oh no, it ain't, I'm gonna leave this town, nothing here that I can do Well boy, sit right here in the troubadour Sing these old stranger blues Let's go out together Yes, yes, yes |
Who Wrote I'm a Stranger Here By Brownie McGhee?
Brownie Mcghee, Saunders Terry
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What's The Duration Of The I'm a Stranger Here By Brownie McGhee?The duration of I'm a Stranger Here is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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