Jazzman (Carole King)
INTRO
Lift me, won't you lift me, above the old routine
Ab Ab/Bb D-7/G
Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman
1st sax solo - Bb/C C
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 of feeling, 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
Ab D-7/G
Jazzman, oh Jazzman!
2nd sax solo - Bb/C C
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 horns with tears
He can cry like a fallen angel when rising time is near
Jazzman, take my blues away,
make my pain the same as yours
with every change you play
Ab D-7/G
Jazzman, oh Jazzman!
Lift me, won't you lift me, above the old routine
Ab Ab/Bb D-7/G
Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman
End sax solo - Bb/C C