Bruce Springsteen - Jazz Musician Lyrics
Well its saturday night in new jerseyAnd youre feeling kinda wetNow the summer heat is getting you worriedSo you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweatAnd youve got a woman on the other side of the lawBut it aint cool to go see her yetBecause her ex-old mans a city copWho thinks hes auditioning for dragnetSo you stand on the corner looking kinda tornAnd in the blue light loungeWhere death was bornThe jazz musician blows his hornYou pop a letter to your baby in richmondcause youre feeling pretty downShes kinda small but at least shes a rich oneOh, and she needs you real badAnd sometimes thats all that countsYou had a teenage band and flying handsAnd oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in theSouthBut you passed out on stage and flew into a rageAnd someone tried to revive youMouth to mouthYou felt a pain in your chestAs you passed the crownAnd in the blue light loungeThe lights went downAnd the audience slipped silently out of townWell now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loudBecause he cant understand what youre sayingAnd the words out when they pushed him in the holeEverybody knows that he went out prayingOh, now the park is dark but the sidewalks brightAnd alive with the light of the livingOh and mama can I walk you home tonightcause its a big bad cityAnd this boys got a lot for the givingIm stranded in the jungleFirst stage witness at a company killingIm clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feetPromised sixty bucks a weekAnd guaranteed top billingWell you can live a life of love in new yorkOnly if you dont, if you dont love livingAnd I met this taxi driver who drives me around townTelling tales of his back seat womenAnd out on the corner theres no room to movecause everybodys trying so hard to grooveAnd in the blue light loungeThe jazz musician plays his blues
