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Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one singing this sad song.
Well, I'll cry every time you slip in one more dime
and let the boy sing the sad song one, one time.

Southern California, that's as as the boy can be,
as the deep blue sea, won't you listen to me now.
I need your golden gated cities a hole in the head,
just a hole in the head, I'm free.

Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's this sad song.
Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more
and let the boy sing the sad song one, one time.

I do believe I'm headed home. Hey mister, can't you see I'm as dry as a bone.
I think I'll some time alone,
yes, unless found a way of squeezing water from a stone.

Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as can.
Let the begin. let the boy become a man.
I done wasted too much just to sing you this sad song.
I been this lonesome picker a little too long.

Hey mister, me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
Well, I'll cry every time you slip in one more dime
and let the boy sing the sad song one, one time.
I've been spreading thin these days, don't you know? Goodbye.