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 couldn’t see that Christie Lee was a woman

Who didn’t 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 didn’t 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, that’s 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