Carole King Jazzman (Live) 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
Making 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
Making 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
Jazzman

Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, yeah