Well, I tried and I tried
But the river seems so wide
And my head hurts
And my hands are tied
And it's so hard
When you're standing on the yard
Every time that your number comes around
Call me up in dreamland
Radio to me, man (Alright)
Get the message to me
Anyway you can
Well, let your river roll
A way down in your soul
Never to grow old
On the saxophone
From the airport to the plane
Away to the railroad train
Why can't we take it from the top and
And start all over again?
Every time you hear that whistle blow
You know you gotta put on your show
Every time your number comes around
Call me up in dreamland
Radio to me, man
Get the message to me
Anyway you can
Let your river roll
Way down in your soul
Never to grow old
On a saxophone
[Saxophone Solo]
From the car to the bar
Oh, why don't you pour it in a jar?
And put a label on it
And send it off to the lost and found
You gotta get it in your brain
But before you go insane
Every time your number comes around
Here it comes
Call me up in dreamland
Radio to me, man
Get the message to me
Anyway you can
Let your river roll
A way down in your soul
Never to grow old
On a saxophone
Never to grow old
On a saxophone
Never to grow old
On the saxophone
Never to grow old
On that saxophone
Lord, have mercy
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