Jazz Musician

Well it's Saturday night in New Jersey

And you're 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 you've got a woman on the other side of the law

But it ain't cool to go see her yet

Because her ex-old man's a city cop

Who thinks he's 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 you're feeling pretty down

She's kinda small but at least she's a rich one

Oh, and she needs you real bad

And sometimes that's 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 can't understand what you're saying

And the word's out when they pushed him in the hole

Everybody knows that he went out praying

Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalk's bright

And alive with the light of the living

Oh and mama can I walk you home tonight

'Cause it's a big bad city

And this boy's got a lot for the givingI'm stranded in the jungle

First stage witness at a company killing

I'm 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 don't, if you don't 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 there's no room to move

'Cause everybody's trying so hard to groove

And in the Blue Light Lounge

The jazz musician plays his blues