Jazzman Songtext
von Eric Burdon

58 in Paris in the pouring rain
I saw the sweet life going down the drain
The Adonis of the horn standing in the door way
Bayonet fixed, waiting for the dealer
And his current trick
Chet was God and I was just 15
And he was already dead inside his dream

Jazzman, Jazzman
Blowing the blues away
Jazzman, Jazzman
Don′t blow yourself away
Yeah, don't blow yourself away


On Broadway, New York
When I was being reborn
At the Copper Rail
With Philly Joe Jones on the drums
Rapping about how we was gonna stop the war
You know the one that′s still going on
Up in Harlem and Vietnam
Nothing's changed as far as I can see
They just upped the tempo
And changed the melody

Jazzman, Jazzman
Blowing the blues away
Jazzman, Jazzman
Don't blow yourself away
Yeah, don′t blow away

Within the tiny room
In which this child grew up
My family, we got our dreams
From a silver cup
Live from the Paladium
Sunday night TV
Billie, I believe you were singing just for me
She was dying a little everyday
You touched me in my solitude Lady Day
Keep a-talking

Jazzman, Jazzman
Blowing the blues away
Jazzman, Jazzman
Don′t blow yourself away


Jazzman, Jazzman
Blowing the blues away
Jazzman, Jazzman
Don't blow yourself away
Away