Liza Simpson & Bleeding Gums Murphy - Jazzman текст песни

Lift me, won't you lift me,
Above the old routine,
Make it nice,
Play it clean,
Jazz Man...

When the Jazz Man's testifyin',
A fateless man believes,
He can sing you into paradise,
Or bring you to your knees.

(this is an extra verse added on over the credits)
Jazz man,
Take my blues away,
Make my fame the same as yours,
With every game you play.
Jazz man, oh Jazz Man.
(Lisa & BG Murphy jam)