Hey Mister, That's Me up on the Jukebox

Hey Mister, That's Me up on the Jukebox (Lp Version) - Linda Ronstadt (琳達·朗絲黛)

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