Lift me, wont you lift me, above the old routine
Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman
When the Jazzmans testifyin a faithless man believes
he can sing you into paradise or bring you to your knees
Its a gospel kind of feelin a touch of Georgia slide
a song of pure revival and a style thats sanctified
Jazzman take my blues away, make my pain
the same as yours with every change you play
Jazzman, oh Jazzman
When Jazzmans signifyin and the band is windin low
Its the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul
He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horns 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, wont you lift me with evry turn around
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh Jazzman