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