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

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!