Carole King - Jazzman
Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routineMake it nice, play it clean, JazzmanWhen the Jazzman's testifyin' A faithless man believesHe can sing you into paradise Or bring you to your kneesIt's a gospel kind of feelin' A touch of Georgia slide A song of pure revival And a style that's sanctifiedJazzman, take my blues awayMake my pain the same as yoursWith every change you playJazzman, oh, JazzmanWhen the Jazzman's signifyin'And the band is windin' low It's the late night side of morning In the darkness of his soulHe can fill a room with sadnessAs he fills his horn with tearsHe can cry like a fallen angelWhen risin' time is nearJazzman, take my blues awayMake my pain the same as yoursWith every change you playOh, lift me, won't you lift me with every turnaroundPlay it sweetly, take me down, oh, Jazzman
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