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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: 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. 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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: 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...