Carole King – Jazzman (Ukulele)

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Lift me, won´t you lift me, above the old routine

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Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman

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When the Jazzman´s testifyin´ a faithless man believes

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he can sing you into paradise or bring you to your knees

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It´s a gospel kind of feelin´ a touch of Georgia slide

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a song of pure revival and a style that´s sanctified

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Jazzman take my blues away, make my pain

    C             Bb/G                  Am
the same as yours with every change you play

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Jazzman, oh Jazzman

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When Jazzman´s signifyin´ and the band is windin´ low

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It´s the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul

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He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horns with tears

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He can cry like a fallen angel when risin´ time is near

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Jazzman take my blues away, make my pain

    C             BbGG                   Am
the same as yours with every change you play

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Oh lift me, won´t you lift me with ev´ry turn around

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Play it sweetly, take me down, oh Jazzman