He stands beneath the Street lamp at dusk
A shadow of a figure
Playing his saxophone
A blues-Jazz tune
A cry in the night
Heard in the sky
Jazz man play a tune
Make it soulful and true
Jazz man play the blues take away my sad
He paints a picture
No words that he say
No paintbrush
No paint
Through his tune of sadness and dismay
He plays
He paints
Jazz man play a tune
Make it soulful and true
Jazz man play the blues take away my sad
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