The Strangers Story - Bill Anderson

Oh, come hear a story a stranger just told me

Of a woman who meant everything

So proud he once owned her but he has her no longer

For she wears another man’s ring

He talked of the good time they’d had in the springtime

Before she was stolen away

He blamed her oh no none he said she was too young

And that’s why she wanted to stray

We drank to her new love that it might be true love

Her future both happy and bright

With his eyes growing misty he drank down the whiskey

That was telling his story that night

And though he didn’t even know me he told me all of his story

And not one single word did he say without pride

And then he asked me if I blamed her but oh when he named her

I wanted to run out and hide

How could I tell him the man that had dealt him

His sadness and sorrow was me

I ran from the table while I was still able

To hold back my own misery

And now a wonder comes to me that maybe he knew me

And he told me just so I’d cry

But without his knowing my teardrops were flowing

For she had just told me goodbye