Jazz Street — текст песни (Timothy B. Schmit)

(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch)



When the feeling is lost I can find it

I go down to a street I know

Its a place where they live to unwind it

They lay back and just keep rolling



Sax man steps right out

Doesnt care who hears it



Gypsy bass picks a place where its working

The drummer lays out some real life rhythm



When this old soul needs clearing

I stay until they bring me back



It aint the radio

Living to play, you know

Down on jazz street

(meet me down on jazz street, yeah)

This aint your hollywood

They really do it good

Down on jazz street



Down on jazz street theres one kind of people

Love the truth and they hate the jive

Its a church though it dont have a steeple

Theyre the ones who know what this life is



Down here they step out

They dont care who feels it



Every time they set me (to) flying

Seen them raise up the dead and dying

When your old heart is weary

Theyll give you everything you lack

So when your soul needs clearing

Go down where they can bring you back



It aint the radio

Living to play, you know

Down on jazz street