Jazzman (Carole King)
INTRO
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Lift me, won't you lift me, above the old routine
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Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman
1st sax solo - /
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When the Jazzman's testifying a faithless man believes
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he can sing you into paradise or bring you to your knees
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It's a gospel kind of feeling, a touch of Georgia slide
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a song of pure revival and a style that's sanctified
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Jazzman, take my blues away,
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make my pain the same as yours
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with every change you play
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Jazzman, oh Jazzman!
2nd sax solo - /
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When the Jazzman's signifying and the band is winding low
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it's the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul
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He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horns with tears
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He can cry like a fallen angel when rising time is near
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Jazzman, take my blues away,
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make my pain the same as yours
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with every change you play
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Jazzman, oh Jazzman!
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Lift me, won't you lift me, above the old routine
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Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman
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