Jazzman Songtext
von Joe Bourne

Lift me won′t you lift me
Above the old routine
Make it nice, play it clean

Jazzman

When the jazzman's testifyin′
A faithless man believed
He can sing you into paradise
Or bring you to your knees
It's a gospel kind of feelin'
A touch of Georgia slide
A song of pure revival
And a style that′s sanctified

Jazzman take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you play
Jazzman

Come on now, jazzman


When the jazzman′s signifyin'
And the band is windin′ low
It's the late night side of mornin′
In the darkness of his soul
He can fill a room with sadness
As he fills his horns with tears
And he can cry like a fallen angel
When the risin' time is near

Ooh, jazzman take my blues away
Make my pain, my pain the same as yours
With every change you play

Oh lift me, won′t you lift me
With every turnaround
Play it sweetly, take me down
Oh jazzman play

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