James Taylor

Hey mister, that's me upon



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