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