Hey Mister, That's Me up on the Jukebox - Linda Ronstadt

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