Jazzman

Jazzman

Carole King

Lyrics: 

Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine
Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman

When the Jazzman's testifying, a faithless man believes
He can sing you into paradise or bring you to your knees
It's a gospel kind of feeling, 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
Oh Jazzman, come on now, Jazzman

When the Jazzman's signifying and the band is winding 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 rising 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, come on, Jazzman

Come on, come on, come on come on, come on, Yeah!

© 1974 Elorac Music (ASCAP), ColGems-EMI Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

Lyrics courtesy of EMI Music Publishing.
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Writer Credits: 

Words and Music by Carole King and David Palmer