Lyrics Hey Mister That's Me Up On The Jukebox - Judith Owen, Leland Sklar, Jeff Young

Hey Mister That's Me Up On The Jukebox

Hey mister, that’s me up on the jukebox
I’m the one that’s singin' this sad song
Well, I’ll cry every time 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 singin' this sad song
Well, I’ll cry every time 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 squeezin' 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 every time that you up and slippin' in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one one more time
Well I’ve been spreadin' myself thin these days, don’t you know?
Goodbye!