Paul Boutin
Lift me, won’t you lift me above the old routine;
Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman
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 <more>
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