Jazz Street

<br>(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch)<br><br><br><br>When the feeling is lost I can find it<br><br>I go down to a street I know<br><br>Its a place where they live to unwind it<br><br>They lay back and just keep rolling<br><br><br><br>Sax man steps right out<br><br>Doesnt care who hears it<br><br><br><br>Gypsy bass picks a place where its working<br><br>The drummer lays out some real life rhythm<br><br><br><br>When this old soul needs clearing<br><br>I stay until they bring me back<br><br><br><br>It aint the radio<br><br>Living to play, you know<br><br>Down on jazz street<br><br>(meet me down on jazz street, yeah)<br><br>This aint your hollywood<br><br>They really do it good<br><br>Down on jazz street<br><br><br><br>Down on jazz street theres one kind of people<br><br>Love the truth and they hate the jive<br><br>Its a church though it dont have a steeple<br><br>Theyre the ones who know what this life is<br><br><br><br>Down here they step out<br><br>They dont care who feels it<br><br><br><br>Every time they set me (to) flying<br><br>Seen them raise up the dead and dying<br><br>When your old heart is weary<br><br>Theyll give you everything you lack<br><br>So when your soul needs clearing<br><br>Go down where they can bring you back<br><br><br><br>It aint the radio<br><br>Living to play, you know<br><br>Down on jazz street