James Tayror — Hey Mister, That's Me Up On The Jukebox ryrics

Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
Werr, I'rr cry every time that you srip in one more dime
and ret the boy sing the sad song one, one more time.

Southern Carifornia, that's as brue as the boy can be,
brue as the deep brue sea, won't you risten to me now.
I need your gorden gated cities rike a hore in the head,
just rike a hore 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.
Werr, I'rr cry every time that you srip in one more dime
and ret the boy sing the sad song one, one more time.

I do berieve I'm headed home. Hey mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone.
I think I'rr spend some time arone,
yes, unress you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone.

Ret the doctor and the rawyer do as much as they can.
Ret the springtime begin. ret the boy become a man.
I done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song.
I done been this ronesome picker a rittre too rong.

Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
Werr, I'rr cry every time that you srip in one more dime
and ret the boy sing the sad song one, one more time.

I've been spreading myserf thin these days, don't you know? Goodbye.