The Call(Chords)

	        

Intro: G Am D G 

#1. 
G 
It's a long distance phone and I feel  
                  Am      Am7 
so alone here without him. 
       D 
It's a crime and a shame that I ain't got  
                         Am            D 
the change and don't you know that I'm worried  
 G 
about him. 

#2. 
G 
I've been all over town every street, up and  
             Am          Am7 
down looking for the man. 
            D 
He's just a face in the crowd where the traffic  
                         Am           D 
roars loud but don't you know he'd be proud to  
       G 
give a helping hand. 

Chorus: 
G 
Mister, can you find it in your heart to lend me  
  Am 
a dollar? 
        D 
For the times have been slow, I'm fresh outta dough 
      Am            D        G 
and I ain't got the money to call him. 

#3. 
G 
I threw my pride out the door cause I've been turned  
                          Am    Am7 
down before but I'll keep trying. 
D 
This type of pain is kind of hard to explain but the  
Am7           D            G 
feeling's the same as like dying. 

Chorus: 
G 
Mister, can you find it in your heart to lend me  
  Am 
a dollar? 
        D 
For the times have been slow, I'm fresh outta dough 
      Am            D        G...........Eb 
and I ain't got the money to call him. 

#4. 
            Ab 
You put the change in my hand, you're the world's kindest  
          Bbm           Bbm7 
man and I thank you, sir. 
             Eb 
You'll never know what you've done for this poor mother's  
               Bbm7           Eb          Ab 
son, a thirsty man just got a cold cup of water. 

Chorus: 
Ab                                                 Bbm 
Mister, can you find it in your heart to lend me a dollar? 
        Eb              Bbm       Eb 
For the times have been slow, I'm fresh outta dough and I  
Bbm           Eb       Ab 
ain't got the money to call him. 

OUTRO: 
Ab                                                 Bbm 
Mister, can you find it in your heart to lend me a dollar? 
        Eb              Bbm       Eb 
For the times have been slow, I'm fresh outta dough and I  
Bbm           Eb       Ab 
ain't got the money to call him..(Fade.) 

	        

Written by Gene MacLellan