| 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 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 |