C Am G F Let me tell you a story about a woman and a ma-a-n D G Maybe you will find familiar, maybe you won't understand C Am G F The man's name I don't remember, he was always Joe to me-e-e G C/G G C/G G C But I can't forget the woman she was always Christie Lee C Am G F He was working in the night club that's where he played the saxopho-o-one D G He used to fake the stock arrangements he left the customers alone C Am G F One night before the last song, about a quarter after three-ee-ee G C/G G C/G G C He saw her standing at the coat check, and made his move on Christie Lee C Christie Lee, Christie Lee Am G F G C Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee C Am G F She was a nice piece of music, she had a rhythm all her o-o-own D G He blew a solo like a blind man, she really dug his saxophone C Am G F She wanted more than just an encore, and he could play in every ke-e-ey G C C7 He left the stage and packed his alto, and took it home to Christie Lee F Oh, I heard the man knew “The Bird” like the Bible C You know the man could blow an educated axe F He couldn’t see that Christie Lee was a woman D G Who didn’t need another lover all she wanted was the sax C Am G F It tool a while for him to notice, it took a while for him to see-ee-ee G C He was never in control here, it was always Christie Lee C Christie Lee, Christie Lee Am G F G C C7 Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee F Oh the man took a calculated gamble C Yes the man had the power to perform F But Christie Lee was more than he knew how to handle D G She didn’t need him as a man, all she wanted was the horn C Am G F They say that Joe became a wino, they say he always drinks alo-oo-one D G They say he stumbles like a blind man, they say he sold his saxophone C Am G F Even the band must face the music, that’s what the moral is to me-ee-ee G C The only time you hit the high notes... is when you play for Christie Lee C Christie Lee, Christie Lee Am G F G C Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee C Christie Lee, Christie Lee Am G F G C Christie Lee Christie Lee-ee-ee