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