Hey Mister That`s Me Up on the Jukebox — текст песни (Linda Ronstadt)

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