Carole King - Jazzman

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W^Bbmaj7/Chen the Jazzman´s ^C6testifyin´ a fait^Gm7/Chless man belie^Fmaj7ves he can ^Bbmaj7/Csing you into para^C6dise or ^Gm7/Cbring you to your ^Em7/Aknees It´s a ^Bbmaj7/Cgospel kind of fee^C6lin´ a touch ^Gm7/Cof Georgia s^Fmaj7lide a ^Bbmaj7/Csong of pure reviv^C6al and a ^Gm7/Cstyle that´s ^Am7sanctifi^Dmes ^Dm7/G

^Dm/CJazzm^Can ^F/Ctake my ^Fm/Cblues aw^Cay, make my ^Bbmaj7/Cpain the same^C6 as yours with ^Gm7/Cevery change you pla^Fmaj9y J^Ab/Bbazzman, oh ^Dm7/GJazzman

^Bbmaj7/CWhen the Jazzman´s^C6 signifyin´ and t^Gm7/Che band is wind^Fmaj9ing low It's the ^Bbmaj7/Clate night side of ^C6morning in the ^Gm7/Cdarkness of his so^Em7/Aul He can ^Bbmaj7/Cfill the room with ^C6sadness as he fill^Gm7/Cs his horn with tea^Fmaj9rs He can ^Bbmaj7/Ccry like a fallen ^C6angel when ^Gm7/Crisin' tim^Am7e is nea^Dm7r ^Dm7/G

^Dm/CJazzm^Can ^F/Ctake my ^Fm/Cblues aw^Cay, make my ^Bbmaj7/Cpain the same^C6 as yours with ^Gm7/Cevery change you pla^Fmaj9y J^Ab/Bbazzman, oh ^Dm7/GJazzman

Oh ^Gm7lift me, won^Am7´t you ^Bbmaj9lift me with ^Ebmaj7ev´ry turn a^Gm7round ^Abmaj9Play it sweetly, ^Fm7/Bbtake me down, oh ^Dm7/GJazzman