Jazzman — текст песни (Carole King)





When the Jazzman`s testifying, a faithless man believes, he can sing you

into paradise or bring you to your knees.

It`s a gospel kind-a feeling, a touch of Georgia slide, a song of pure

revival and a style that 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 signifying and the band is winding 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, oh Jazzman.




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