E7 Well, I tried, and I tried, A But the river seems so wide. A And my head hurts and my hands are tied. E7 And it's so... hard, A When you're standing on the yard, A Every time that your number comes a-round.
Chorus 1: D Call me up in Dreamland, radio to me man. E7 Get the message to me, anyway you can. D Well, let your river roll, a-way down in your soul, A Never to grow old... on the saxo-phone. Verse 2: E7 From the airport, to the plane, A A-way to the railroad trains. E7 Why can't we take it from the top, A And start all over again? E7 Everytime you hear that whistle blow, A You know you gotta put on your show; A Every time your number comes a-round. Chorus 2: D Call me up in Dreamland, radio to me man. E7 Get the message to me, anyway you can. D Well, let your river roll, a-way down in your soul, A Never to grow old... on the saxo-phone. Sax Solo: A (x2) Verse 4: E7 From the car, to the bar; A Or why don't you pour it in a jar? D An put a label on it, A And send it off to the lost and found. E7 You've gotta get it in your brain, A But be-fore you go in-sane; A Every time your number comes a-round. (Here it comes); Chorus 3: D Call me up in Dreamland, radio to me man. E7 Get the message to me, anyway you can. D Well, let your river roll, a-way down in your soul, A Never to grow old... on the saxo-phone. Coda: A Never to grow old... on the saxo-phone. A7 Never to grow old... on the saxo-pho...ne. (Lord have mercy!)