James Taylor — Hey Mister Thats Me Up on the Jukebox

Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one that's singin' this sad song Well, I'll cry every time 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 singin' this sad song Well, I'll cry every time 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 squeezin' 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 every time that you up and slippin' in one more dime And let the boy sing the sad one one more time Well I've been spreadin' myself thin these days, don't you know? Goodbye!