Hey Mister, That's Me Up On the Jukebox - James Taylor

    Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
    I'm the one that's singing this sad song
    Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
    And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time

    Southern California that's as blue as the boy can be
    Blue as the deep blue sea
    Won't you listen to me now
    I need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head
    Just like a hole in the head, I'm free

    Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
    I'm the one that's singing this sad song
    Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
    And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time

    I do believe I'm headed home
    Hey mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone
    I think I'll spend some time alone
    Yes, unless you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone

    Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can
    Let the springtime begin
    Let the boy become a man
    I done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song
    I done been this lonesome picker a little too long

    Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
    I'm the one that's singing this sad song
    Well, I'll cry everytime that you're up and slip in one more dime
    And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time

    Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days
    Don't you know
    Good-bye

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