Tom: F
Introdução:
F Eb Dm
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox.
F Eb Bb
I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
F Eb
Well, I'll cry every time
Dm G4
That you slip in one more dime
C
And let the boy sing the sad one,
Eb Bb F C
One more time.
Dm G Dm
Southern California, that's as blue
G
As the boy can be,
Eb Bb
Blue as the deep blue sea,
Dm G
Won't you listen to me now.
Dm G
I need your golden gated cities
Dm G
Like a hole in the head,
Eb Bb F Eb Dm C
Just like a hole in the head, I'm free.
F Eb Dm
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox.
F Eb Bb
I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
F Eb
Well, I'll cry every time
Dm G4
That you slip in one more dime
C
And let the boy sing the sad one,
Eb Bb F C
One more time.
Dm Am Bb
I do believe I'm headed home.
Eb Bb
Hey mister, can't you see that
C F
I'm as dry as a bone.
Dm Am Bb
I think I'll spend some time alone,
Eb Bb
Yes, unless you've found a way
Gm C
Of squeezing water from a stone.
Dm G
Let the doctor and the lawyer do
Dm G
As much as they can.
Eb Bb
Let the springtime begin.
Dm G
Let the boy become a man.
Dm G
I done wasted too much time
Dm G
Just to sing you this sad song.
Eb Bb F Eb Dm C
I done been this lonesome picker a little too long.
F Eb Dm
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox.
F Eb Bb
I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
F Eb
Well, I'll cry every time
Dm G4
That you slip in one more dime
C
And let the boy sing the sad one,
Eb Bb F C
One more time.
Dm G Dm
I've been spreading myself thin these days,
G Dm G
Don't you know?
Dm G Dm G Dm G Dm G Dm G
Goodbye.