Текст (слова) песни: Linda Ronstadt - Hey Mister That`s Me Up on the Jukebox
written by James Taylor
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
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