Jazzman

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