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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Linda Ronstadt
Linda Ronstadt
Lead Vocals
Andrew Gold
Andrew Gold
Background Vocals
Herb Pedersen
Herb Pedersen
Background Vocals
Kenny Edwards
Kenny Edwards
Background Vocals
David Campbell
David Campbell
Conductor
Russell Kunkel
Russell Kunkel
Drums
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Taylor
James Taylor
Songwriter
David Campbell
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Val Garay
Val Garay
Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Peter Asher
Peter Asher
Producer

Lyrics

Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one, one more time
Southern California, that's as blue as a girl can be
Blue as the deep blue sea, won't you listen to me now?
I need your golden gated cities like a hole in my head
Just like a hole in my head, I'm free
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one, one more time
Do believe, I'll go back home?
Hey mister, can't you see that I'm dry as a bone?
I think I'll spend some time alone
Unless you find a way of squeezing water from a stone
We'll 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
I have been this lonesome picker just a little too long
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one, one more time
Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days
Written by: James Taylor
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