Carole King - Jazzman lyrics

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 believes

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, oh, Jazzman

When the Jazzman's signifyin'

And the band is windin' low

It's the late night side of morning

In the darkness of his soul

He can fill a room with sadness

As he fills his horn with tears

He can cry like a fallen angel

When risin' time is near

Jazzman, take my blues away

Make 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