Текст песни Hey Mister, That's Me Up On the Jukebox (Remastered) - James Taylor

Hey, mister, that's me up on the jukebox
Well, I'm the one that's singing this sad song
And I'll 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 the 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 that'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
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 squeezing 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 that'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, oh
Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days
Don't you know?
Oh, can't you see?
Can't you see?
Goodbye
(Play it again)
Ah
(Yeah, yeah)
It's the kind the agency sent over, thank you (you're welcome)
Thank you, no, you're welcome! No, okay
Oh, what, what?
Continuously striving for your approval, David Sanborn is back with us
Sharing this fine light
Here's a tune called "I was a fool to care"
Three, four