The Call

It's a long distance phone

And I feel so alone

Here without him.

Its a crime and a shame

That I ain't got the change

And don't you know that

I`m worried about him.

I've been all over street

Every street, up and down

Looking for the man.

It's just a face in the crowd

Where the traffic roars loud

But don't you know he'd be

Proud to give a helping hand.

Mister, can you

Fnd it in your heart

To lend me a dollar

For the times have been slow

I'm fresh outta dough

And I ain't got the

Money to call him.

I threw my pride out the door

'Cause I've been turned down before

But I'll keep trying.

This kind of pain is

Kind of hard to explain

But the feeling's the same

As like dying.

Mister, can you

Find it in your heart

To lend me a dollar

For the times have been slow

I'm fresh outta dough

And I ain't got the

Money to call him.

You put the change in my hand

You're the world's kindest man

And I thank you, Sir.

You'll never know what you've done

For this poor mother's son

A thirsty man just got a

Cold cup of water.

Mister, can you

Find it in your heart

To lend me a dollar

For the times have been slow

I'm fresh outta dough

And I ain't got the

Money to call him.

Mister, can you

Find it in your heart

To lend me a dollar

For the times have been slow

I'm fresh outta dough

And I ain't got the

Money to call him.