Chords - v1

              A                     E                       D                           A

Well, I tried, and I tried, But the river seems so wide.

                 D         E                                             A

And my head hurts and my hands are tied.

                 A        E                                 D                             A

And it's so... hard,When you're standing on the yard,

             D                          E                                A.  (D A)

Every time that your number comes a-round.

                         A                                      D

Call me up in Dreamland, radio to me man.

                                   A                                     E

Get the message to me, anyway you can.

                                      A                                              D

Well, let your river roll, a-way down in your soul,

                              A     E                                   D      A

Never to grow old...      on the saxophone.

From the airport, to the plane, A-way to the railroad trains.

Why can't we take it from the top, And start all over again?

Everytime you hear that whistle blow, You know you gotta put on your show;

Every time your Enumber comes a-round.

Chorus

Sax solo on verse.

From the car, to the bar; Or why don't you pour it in a jar?

An put a label on it, And send it off to the lost and found.

You've gotta get it in your brain, But before you go insane;

Every time your number comes around. (Here it comes);

Chorus 3

Coda:                    A    E                              D   A

Never to grow old… on the saxophone

Never to grow old… on the saxophone.