Hey Mister, That's Me Up on the Jukebox Songtext
von Judith Owen

Hey mister, that′s me up on the jukebox
Words & music by James Taylor

Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I′m the one that's singing this sad song
Well, I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
To hear that sad song, 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 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 cry every time that you slip in one more dime
To hear that sad song, 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
I been this lonesome player 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're up and slip in one more dime
To hear that sad song, one more time