Stranger In My Home Town - Foghat

Who’s that stranger walking out in the cold?

Standing on the corner with his Kodachrome roll?

He may be a psychopath, he’s acting so strange

Lying to himself, saying nothing has changed

He stares across at a house on the block

Trying to find the courage to go over and knock

What will he say when they open the door?

«This was my home, but it ain’t no more.»

He can’t get Brixton, out of his system

It seems so pathetic, yeah, but it’s hard to forget it

Way back in '59, a young boy was crying, he didn’t want to leave,

but what could he say?

Jumped into the lorry, left there in a hurry, never knowing he’d back some day

Stranger in my home town, I’m just a stranger in my home town

Could this street be a part of me?

I can’t believe it — this ain’t no place to

be

Who’s that Peeping Tom climbing the wall?

Staring at the back yard, he’s gonna fall

He looks so suspicious, I should called the law

I wish I could remember where I’ve seen him before

Sunrise to sundown, stumbling through London town

He acts like he’s stranded, but that’s how he planned it

Way back in '59, a young boy was crying, he didn’t want to leave,

but what could he say?

Jump into the lorry, left there in a hurry, never knowing he’d back some day

Stranger in my home town, I’m just a stranger in my home town

Could this street be a part of me?

I can’t believe it — this ain’t no place to

be

Stranger in my home town, I’m just a stranger in my home town

Could this street be a part of me?

I can’t believe it — this ain’t no place to

be

Stranger in my home town, I’m just a stranger in my home town

Stranger in my home town, whoo!

Stranger in my home town.

I’m just a stranger

I’m a stranger, a stranger — I’m a stranger, a stranger …