Jazz Musician
Well its saturday night in new jersey
And youre feeling kinda wet
Now the summer heat is getting you worried
So you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweat
And youve got a woman on the other side of the law
But it aint cool to go see her yet
Because her ex-old mans a city cop
Who thinks hes auditioning for dragnet
So you stand on the corner looking kinda torn
And in the blue light lounge
Where death was born
The jazz musician blows his horn
You pop a letter to your baby in richmond
cause youre feeling pretty down
Shes kinda small but at least shes a rich one
Oh, and she needs you real bad
And sometimes thats all that counts
You had a teenage band and flying hands
And oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in the
South
But you passed out on stage and flew into a rage
And someone tried to revive you
Mouth to mouth
You felt a pain in your chest
As you passed the crown
And in the blue light lounge
The lights went down
And the audience slipped silently out of town
Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud
Because he cant understand what youre saying
And the words out when they pushed him in the hole
Everybody knows that he went out praying
Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalks bright
And alive with the light of the living
Oh and mama can I walk you home tonight
cause its a big bad city
And this boys got a lot for the givingIm stranded in the jungle
First stage witness at a company killing
Im clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feet
Promised sixty bucks a week
And guaranteed top billing
Well you can live a life of love in new york
Only if you dont, if you dont love living
And I met this taxi driver who drives me around town
Telling tales of his back seat women
And out on the corner theres no room to move
cause everybodys trying so hard to groove
And in the blue light lounge
The jazz musician plays his blues
song performed by Bruce Springsteen
Added by Lucian Velea
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