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...