Текст песни Hey Mister That's Me Up on the Jukebox

Written by James Taylor

Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one one more time

Southern California, that's as blue as a girl 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 my head
Just like a hole in my head, I'm free

Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one one more time
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Do believe I'll go back home
Hey mister can't you see that I'm dry as a bone
I think I'll spend some time alone
Unless you find a way of squeezing water from a stone

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

Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one one more time

Well I've been spreading myself thin these days