Jazzman - Live

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
Oh jazzman, come on now, jazzman

When the jazzman is 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 turn around
Play it sweetly, take me down, come on, jazzman
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah

Yeah, let me hear ya
Oh-oh, yeah, yeah

Here we go now