Strange Man

That Samarian woman came running to the city

To talk about the man she saw

When she took her pitcher and went to the well

Water she intended to draw

The stranger she met there, she didn't know where he came from

But he told her ev'ry sinful thing she had done

She said: The man at the well blessed my soul and gone

Her friends in town asked her: Did you know the man?

She said: No, I never saw him before

They asked her: Didn't you get his name?

She said: He didn't tell me, and I don't know

But when he spoke, my soul caught on fire

And I'll remember this day until the day I die

He stopped by, blessed my soul, and gone

The stranger was next seen in a city, oh, yes he was

Standing off an angry mob

Defending a woman that had been caught in the very act of adult'ry

For pity and mercy she sought

He said: Ye here without sin, cast the first stone

When he raised up from the ground, all her accusers was gone

He gave her a smile, waved farewell, and was gone

The crowd asked her: Didn't you know that man?

She said: No, I never saw him before

They asked her: You don't know his name?

She said: He didn't tell me, and I don't know

But when he touched me, I felt the power from his arms

And I don't plan again to do no wrong

I'm just glad he stopped by, saved my life, and gone

I met that same man. I met that, Lord, same man

When I turned away from sin, he opened up his arms and took me in

I felt that same power; Lord, my soul caught on fire

I'm just glad he stopped by

In Alabama, the Lord stopped by

One Tuesday evening, I'm glad he stopped by

Blessed my soul, and gone