A Stranger Stranger

Howdy there, my stranger.
Please don’t come into my hole.
It is dark and it is lonesome
and it don’t feel like no home.

The kids are fast asleep
with their eyes all tied up tight.
So don’t keep your hand a-knockin’
or you’ll wake them with a fright.

I know the night is darker
than the blackest black you know
but I’m feeling rather foolish
and I don’t have far to go.

So hold it there, my stranger,
‘fore you knock against my door.
Just stay a stranger, stranger
or you won’t knock any more.


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