| Hey mister, that’s me up on the jukebox
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| I’m the one that’s singin' this sad song
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| Well, I’ll cry every time that you slip in one more dime
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| And let the boy sing the sad one one more time
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| Southern California, that’s as blue as the boy can be
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| Blue as the deep blue sea, won’t you listen to me now
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| I need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head
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| Just like a hole in the head, I’m free
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| Hey mister, that’s me up on the jukebox
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| I’m the one that’s singin' this sad song
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| Well, I’ll cry every time that you slip in one more dime
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| And let the boy sing the sad one one more time
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| I do believe I’m headed home
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| Hey mister, can’t you see that I’m as dry as a bone
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| I think I’ll spend some time alone
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| Yes, unless you’ve found a way of squeezin' water from a stone
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| Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can
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| Let the springtime begin, let the boy become a man
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| I done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song
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| I done been this lonesome picker a little too long
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| Hey mister, that’s me up on the jukebox
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| I’m the one that’s singing this sad song
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| Well, I’ll cry every time that you up and slippin' in one more dime
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| And let the boy sing the sad one one more time
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| Well I’ve been spreadin' myself thin these days, don’t you know?
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| Goodbye! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hey Mister That's Me Up On The Jukebox , by - Judith Owen. Song from the album Ebb & Flow, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня