"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 ev'ry turn around;
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman."
Carole KingCarlos Ravazzani.-
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