Lirieke: Carole King. The Essential Carole King. Jazzman.

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 the risin' time is near

Jazzman, take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play
Jazzman, oh Jazzman

Oh lift me, won't you lift me with every turn around?
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh Jazzman