One, two, a-one two three Let me tell you a story about a woman and a man Maybe you will find familiar, maybe you won't understand The man's name I don't remember, he was always Joe to me But I can't forget the woman, she was always Christie Lee Well he was working in a night club, that's where he played the saxophone He used to fake to stock arrangements, he left the customers alone But one night before the last song about a quarter after three He saw her standing at the coat check, he made his move on Christie Lee...solo She was a nice piece of music, she had a rhythm all her 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 key He left the stage and packed his alto and he took it home with Christie Lee...bridge Oh I heard the man knew "the Bird" like the bible You know the man could blow an educated axe He couldn't see that Christie Lee was a woman Who didn't need another lover, all she wanted was the sax It took a while for him to notice (second ending) It took a while for him to see He was never in control here, it was always Christie Lee...solo Second bridge...Oh I guess 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 didn't want him as a man all she needed was the horn They say that Joe became a wino, they say he always drinks alone They say he stumbles like a blind man, they say he sold his saxophone So even the band must face the music, that's what the moral is to me The only time he hit the high note is when he played for Christie Lee...sax! Christie Lee, Christie Lee, Christie Lee, Christie Lee, oh oh oh, Christie Lee Guitar! Piano! Sax! Ah, Christie Lee, Christie Lee, Christie Lee, Christie Lee The only time you hit the high note is when he played for Christie Lee...guitar! Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com