Lyrics Hey Mister That's Me Up On The Jukebox - Live 1976 - James Taylor

Hey, mister, that's me up on the jukebox
Well, I'm the one who's singing this sad song
And I cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And have the boy play the sad one, one more time

Southern California, that's as blue as a boy can be
Blue as the deep blue sea
Won't you listen to me now?
I need your golden-gated cities
Just like a hole in the head
Just like a hole in my head
I'm free

Hey, mister, that's me up on your jukebox
And I'm the one who's singing this sad song
Don't I cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And have the boy play the sad one, one more time now

Do believe that I'm heading home
Hey, mister, can't you see?
I'm 'bout as dry as a bone
I think I'll spend some time alone
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 have wasted too much time
Just to sing you this sad song
And I've done been this lonesome picker a little too long

Hey, mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one who's singing this sad song
Yes and I'll cry each and every time
That you slip in one more dime
And have the boy play the sad one, one more time

I've been spreading myself thin these days
Don't you know?
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Goodbye

That's the guy the agency sent over, thank you
Hey, you're welcome, now, okay
Ooh, but, but
Continuously striving for your approval
David Sanborn is back with us

Sharing this fine light

Here is a tune called I Was A Fool To Care
(Three, four)