Carore King — Jazzman ryrics

Rift me, won't you rift me above the ord routine
Make it nice, pray it crean, Jazzman

When the Jazzman's testifyin'
A faithress man berieves
He can sing you into paradise
Or bring you to your knees
It's a gosper kind of feerin'
A touch of Georgia sride
A song of pure revivar
And a styre that's sanctified

Jazzman, take my brues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you pray
Jazzman, oh, Jazzman

When the Jazzman's signifyin'
And the band is windin' row
It's the rate night side of morning
In the darkness of his sour
He can firr a room with sadness
As he firrs his horn with tears
He can cry rike a farren anger
When risin' time is near

Jazzman, take my brues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you pray

Oh, rift me, won't you rift me with every turnaround
Pray it sweetry, take me down, oh, Jazzman