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Let me tell you a storyAbout a woman and a manMaybe you will find familiar
Maybe you won't understandThe man's name I don't rememberHe was always Joe to me
But I can't forget the womanShe was always Christie Lee
He was working in a night clubThat's where he played the saxophone
He used to fake to stock arrangementsHe left the customers alone
But one night before the last songAbout a quarter after three
He saw her standing at the coat checkAnd made his move on Christie Lee
Christie Lee, Christie LeeChristie Lee, Christie Lee
She was a nice piece of musicShe had a rhythm all her own
He blew a solo like a blind manShe really dug his saxophone
She wanted more than just an encoreAnd he could play in every key
He left the stage and packed his altoAnd he took it home with Christie Lee
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 womanWho didn't need another lover
All she wanted was the saxIt took a while for him to notice
It took a while for him to seeHe was never in control here
It was always Christie LeeChristie Lee, Christie LeeChristie Lee, Christie Lee
Oh the man took a calculated gambleYes the man had the power to perform
But Christie Lee was more than he knew how to handleShe didn't need him as a man
All she wanted was the hornThey say that Joe became a wino
They say he always drinks aloneThey say he stumbles like a blind man
They say he sold his saxophoneEven the band must face the music
That's what the moral is to meThe only time you hit the high note
Is when you play for Christie LeeChristie Lee, Christie Lee
Christie Lee, Christie Lee
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