Standard (EADGBE)
Let me tell you a story about a woman and a ma-a-n
Maybe you will find familiar, maybe you won't understand
The man's name I don't remember, he was always Joe to me-e-e
But I can't forget the woman she was always Christie Lee
He was working in the night club that's where he played the saxopho-o-one
He used to fake the stock arrangements he left the customers alone
One night before the last song, about a quarter after three-ee-ee
He saw her standing at the coat check, and made his move on Christie Lee
Christie Lee, Christie Lee
Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee
She was a nice piece of music, she had a rhythm all her o-o-own
He blew a solo like a blind man, she really dug his saxophone
She wanted more than just an encore, and he could play in every ke-e-ey
He left the stage and packed his alto, and took it home to Christie Lee
Oh, I heard the man knew The Bird like the Bible
You know the man could blow an educated axe
He couldnt see that Christie Lee was a woman
Who didnt need another lover all she wanted was the sax
It tool a while for him to notice, it took a while for him to see-ee-ee
He was never in control here, it was always Christie Lee
Christie Lee, Christie Lee
Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee
Oh the man took a calculated gamble
Yes the man had the power to perform
But Christie Lee was more than he knew how to handle
She didnt need him as a man, all she wanted was the horn
They say that Joe became a wino, they say he always drinks alo-oo-one
They say he stumbles like a blind man, they say he sold his saxophone
Even the band must face the music, thats what the moral is to me-ee-ee
The only time you hit the high notes... is when you play for Christie Lee
Christie Lee, Christie Lee
Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee
Christie Lee, Christie Lee
Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee