Dale HoustonThe Perfect Stranger Country

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Written by Freddy Weller

I was lying in a motel room in Shreveport, Louisiana A pint of Smirnoff vodka by my bed Thinking that I needed someone there to share it with me I practiced some old lines that I had said I walked up to the lounge and sat down by this pretty lady She smiled at me and I said Howdy ma'am She said that in the shadows I looked just like Paul McCartney With a Southern drawl I said that's who I am We laughed and talked a while and then she said she had to leave But I sold her on another drink or two She said she never spent her evenings with a perfect stranger I said I'm not perfect but I'll have to do That organ player must have spent his daytimes working funerals Cause every song he played was kinda dead I asked her if she'd come to 314 for one last nightcap Remembering the bottle by my bed When we got to the room I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven Cause she was just too pretty to be true I went and closed the curtains and turned on the television Oh what a lovely night it turned into She said she was a lady And I said I know you are But it's lonely when you're far away from home She was just a perfect stranger Lord I'd have to say she was The most perfect stranger that I've ever known Now sometimes when I hold the little girl that calls me daddy I think back to that Louisiana night The night the perfect stranger became the perfect lady And the perfect lady's now the perfect wife She said she was a lady And I said I know you are But it's lonely when you're far away from home She was just a perfect stranger Lord I'd have to say she was The most perfect stranger that I've ever known The most perfect stranger that I've ever known x