(Pete Stamper)      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...