Jazzman
(专辑: The Living Room Tour - 2005)
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 Jazzman, oh, 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, oh, Jazzman