Carole King - Jazzman

^Bb/GLift me, w^Con´t you ^Dmlift me,^Ebmaj7 above the old ro^Gmutine M^G#ake it nice, play it clean, ^GJazzman

W^Bb/Ghen the Jazzman´s^C testifyin´ ^Bb/Ga faithless man ^Ambelieves he can ^Bb/Gsing you into ^Cparadise or ^Bb/Gbring you ^Cto your ^Gknees It´s a^Bb/G gospel kind of ^Cfeelin´ ^Bb/Ga touch of Georgia^Am slide Bb/G C Bb/G C Dm (F G G# G#) a song of pure revival and a style that´s sanctified

^Bb/GJazzm^Can t^Bb/Gake my blues a^Cway, make my ^Bb/Gpain the ^Csame as yours ^Bb/Gwith every change you ^Amplay J^G#azzman, oh Ja^Gzzman

When J^Bb/Gazzman´s s^Cignifyin´ and th^Bb/Ge band is windin?^Am? low It´s the^Bb/G late night side of^C morning in the^Bb/G darkness^C of his ^Gsoul He can ^Bb/Gfill a room with ^Csadness as he ^Bb/Gfills his horns with t^Amears He can ^Bb/Gcry like a fallen a^Cngel when r^Bb/Gisin´ ^Ctime is ^Dmnear

^Bb/GJazzm^Can t^Bb/Gake my blues a^Cway, make my ^Bb/Gpain C BbGG Am the same as yours with every change you play Oh ^Bb/Glift me, w^Con´t you^Dm lift me ^Ebmaj7with ev´ry turn^Gm around ^G#Play it sweetly, take me down, oh J^Gazzman