Hey Mister, That's Me Up On The Jukebox

Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox

I'm the one that's singing this sad song

Well, I'll cry everytime 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 singing this sad song

Well, I'll cry everytime 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 squeezing 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 everytime that you're up and slip in one more dime

And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time



Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days

Don't you know

Good-bye