Lift me, won´t you lift me above the old routine;
Make it nice, play it clean jazzman.

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[Refrain]
When 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 jazzman.

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[Refrain]
When the jazzman´s signifyin´, and the band is windin´ low.
It´s the late night side of morning in the darkness of hissoul.
He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horn withtears.
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 ev´ry turn around.
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman.