Let me tell you a
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story about a woman and a
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man maybe you will find
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familiar maybe you won't
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understand
The man's name I don't
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remember he was always Joe to
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me but I can't forget the
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woman she was always
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Christie Lee
He was working in a
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night club that's where he played the
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saxophone he used to fake the stock
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arrangements he left the customers
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alone
But one night before the last
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song about a quarter after
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three he saw her standing at the
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coat check and made his move on
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Christie Lee
Christie Lee
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Christie Lee
Christie Lee
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Christie Lee
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Wooh wooh
She was a nice piece of
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music she had a rhythm all her
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own he blew a solo like a
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blind man she really dug his
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saxophone
She wanted more than just an
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encore and he could play in every
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key he left the stage and packed his
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alto and took it home with
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Christie Lee
Oh I heard the
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man knew 'the bird' like the bible you know the
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man could blow an educated axe he couldn't
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see that Christie Lee was a woman who didn't
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need another lover all she wanted was the sax
It took a while for him to
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notice it took a while for him to
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see he was never in
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control here it was always
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Christie Lee
Christie Lee
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Christie Lee
Christie Lee
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Christie Lee
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Wooh wooh
Oh the
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man took a calculated gamble yes the
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man had the power to perform but Christie
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Lee was more than he knew how to handle she didn't
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need him as a man all she wanted was the horn
They say that Joe became a
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wino they say he always drinks
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alone they say he stumbles like a
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blind man they say he sold his
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saxophone
Even the band must face the
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music that's what the moral is to
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me the only time you hit the
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high notes is when you play for
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Christie Lee
Christie Lee
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Christie Lee
Christie Lee
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Christie Lee
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Wooh
Christie Lee
C
Christie Lee
Christie Lee
C
Christie Lee
Christie Lee
F
Christie Lee
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Ah Christie Lee Christie Lee
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Christie Lee Christie Lee