Carole King - Jazzman

^GmLift me, ^Am7won't you ^Bblift me ^EbM7above the old ^Gmroutine, ^AbM7Make it nice, ^Abplay it clean ^FJazz...man.^{Bb C Bb C}

^CWhen the ^BbJazzman's ^Am7testifyin' a ^Bbfaithless man be^FM9lieves. ^FM9he can ^Bbsing you into ^Am7paradise or ^Bbbring you to your ^Gknees. ^CIt's a ^Bbgospel kind of feel^Am7in', a ^Bbtouch of Georgia ^FM9slide, ^FM9a song of ^Bbpure re^Am7vival and a ^Bbstyle that's ^Am7sanctifi^Dmed.^Bb

^BbJazz..^Cman...^Ftake my ^Fmblues away, make my ^Bbpain the same as ^Cyours, with ^Bbevery change you ^FM7play. ^AbJazzman...oh, ^FJazzman.

^CWhen the ^BbJazzman's ^Am7signifyin', and the ^Bbband is windin' ^FM9low. ^FM9It's the ^Bblate night side of ^Am7morning in the dark^Bbness of his ^Gsoul. ^GHe can ^Bbfill a room with sad^Am7ness as he ^Bbfills his horn with ^FM9tears. ^FM9He can ^Bbcry like a fallen an^Am7gel when ris^Bbin' time^Am7 is ^Dmnear.

^BbJazz^Cman ^Ftake my ^Fmblues away, make my ^Bbpain the same as ^Cyours, with ^Bbevery change you ^FM7play. ^AbJazz..man, Oh, ^FJazz..man.

^FM7Oh, ^Gmlift me, won't ^Am7you ^Bblift me ^Fwith ^EbM7every turn ^Gmaround. ^AbM7Play it sweetly, ^Abtake me down, Oh, ^FJazz..man^Bb. ^{C F}

^FM7Oh, ^Gmlift me, won't ^Am7you ^Bblift me, ^Fwith ^EbM7every turn..a..^Gmround. ^AbM7Play it sweetly, ^Abtake me down...Oh, ^FJazz..man.^{Bb C F}