Текст песни Linda Ronstadt - Hey Mister That`s Me Up on the Jukebox
Linda Ronstadt - Hey Mister That`s Me Up on the Jukebox слова песни
written by James TaylorHey mister that`s me up on the jukeboxI`m the one singing this sad songAnd I cry every time that you slip in one more dimeAnd play me singing the sad one one more timeSouthern California, that`s as blue as a girl can beBlue as the deep blue sea, won`t you listen to me nowI need your golden gated cities like a hole in my headJust like a hole in my head, I`m freeHey mister that`s me up on the jukeboxI`m the one singing this sad songAnd I cry every time that you slip in one more dimeAnd play me singing the sad one one more timeDo believe I`ll go back homeHey mister can`t you see that I`m dry as a boneI think I`ll spend some time aloneUnless you find a way of squeezing water from a stoneWe`ll let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they canLet the springtime begin, let the boy become a manI have wasted too much time just to sing you this sad songI have been this lonesome picker just a little too longHey mister that`s me up on the jukeboxI`m the one singing this sad songAnd I cry every time that you slip in one more dimeAnd play me singing the sad one one more timeWell I`ve been spreading myself thin these days