Composer：Albert Hammond/Mike Hazlewood + Sam M. Lewis

Do You Care? Do You Pity The Poor Musician?
Don't You Know What It's Like Out On The Road?
Don't You Think, Don't You Think I'm Always Wishing
Someone Would Stand Up And Offer A Hand Up
And Take Me Home?

Some People Call Me A Teenage Idol.
Some People Say They Envy Me.
I Guess They Got No Way Of Knowing
How Lonesome I Can Be.

I Need Somebody To Be My Baby,
Someone To Tell My Troubles To.
I've Got No Time To Ever Find Him.
'Cause I'm Just Passing Through.

Do You Care? Do You Pity The Poor Musician?
Don't You Know What It's Like Out On The Road?
Don't You Think, Don't You Think I'm Always Wishing
Someone Would Stand Up And Offer A Hand Up
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And Take Me Home?

I Travel Around From Town To Lonely Town.
I Guess I'll Always Be Just A Rolling Stone.
If I Find Fortune And Fame And Lots Of People Know My Name.
That Won't Mean A Thing If I'm All Alone.

I Got No Rest When I'm Feeling Weary.
I Got To Pack My Bags And Go.
I Got To Be Somewhere Tomorrow,
To Smile And Do My Show.

Do You Care? Do You Pity The Poor Musician?
Don't You Know What It's Like Out On The Road?
Don't You Think, Don't You Think I'm Always Wishing
Someone Would Stand Up And Offer A Hand Up
And Take Me Home?

Do You Care? Do You Pity The Poor Musician?
Don't You Know What It's Like Out ...