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