Lyrics:

This song peaked at No. 2 on the Billboard chart and was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Female Pop Vocal performance.
Lift me, won't you lift me
Above the old routine?
Make it nice, play it clean, jazzman

When the jazzman's testifyin'
A faithless man believes
He can sing you into paradise
Or bring you to your knees
It's a gospel kind of feelin'
A touch of Georgia slide
A song of pure revival
And a style that's sanctified

Jazzman, take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you play
Jazzman, oh jazzman

When the jazzman's signifyin'
And the band is windin' low
It's the late night side of mornin'
In the darkness of his soul
He can fill a room with sadness
As he fills his horn with tears
He can cry like a fallen angel
When risin' time is near

Jazzman, take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you play

Oh lift me, won't you lift me
With every turnaround?
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman