Linda Ronstadt - Hey Mister, That's Me Up On The Jukebox Lyrics
written by James TaylorHey mister that's me up on the jukeboxI'm the one singing this sad songAnd I cry every time that you slip in one more dimeAnd play me singing the sad one one more timeSouthern California, that's as blue as a girl can beBlue as the deep blue sea, won't you listen to me nowI need your golden gated cities like a hole in my headJust like a hole in my head, I'm freeHey mister that's me up on the jukeboxI'm the one singing this sad songAnd I cry every time that you slip in one more dimeAnd play me singing the sad one one more timeDo believe I'll go back homeHey mister can't you see that I'm dry as a boneI think I'll spend some time aloneUnless you find a way of squeezing water from a stoneWe'll let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they canLet the springtime begin, let the boy become a manI have wasted too much time just to sing you this sad songI have been this lonesome picker just a little too longHey mister that's me up on the jukeboxI'm the one singing this sad songAnd I cry every time that you slip in one more dimeAnd play me singing the sad one one more timeWell I've been spreading myself thin these days
