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Jazzman

	作词 : King, Palmer
	Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine?
	Make it nice, play it clean,
	JazzmanWhen 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
	Jazzman, oh
	JazzmanWhen the
	Jazzman's 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 the risin' time is near
	Jazzman, take my blues away
	Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play
	Jazzman, oh
	JazzmanOh lift me, won't you lift me with every turn around?
	Play it sweetly, take me down, oh
	Jazzman

	zuò cí : King, Palmer
	Lift me, won' t you lift me above the old routine?
	Make it nice, play it clean,
	JazzmanWhen 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
	Jazzman, oh
	JazzmanWhen the
	Jazzman' s 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 the risin' time is near
	Jazzman, take my blues away
	Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play
	Jazzman, oh
	JazzmanOh lift me, won' t you lift me with every turn around?
	Play it sweetly, take me down, oh
	Jazzman