Jazz Musician lyrics

Well, it's a Saturday night in New Jersey

And you feeling kinda wet

Now the summer heat is getting you worried

So you look as innocent as you can when you sweat

You got a woman on the other side of the law

But it ain't cool to go to see her yet

Because her ex-old man's some half-shot detective

With his heart set on Dragnet

And 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 kinda down

She's kinda small but at least she don't bitch none

She needs you real bad and sometimes that's all that counts

You had a teenage band and flying hands

And 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

And 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, like monks, slipped silently out of town

Well, now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud

'Cause he can't understand what you're saying

And the DJ he's rattling like a Gatling gun

Oh, but man, that's your record he's playing

And outside the park is dark

But the sidewalk's bright in line with the light of the living

Whoa, and baby can I walk you home tonight

Because it's so bad outside and there's so much worth a giving

I was stranded in the jungle

First stage witness at a company killing

Shuffling my feet, clutching my high school diploma

Promised sixty bucks a week and top billing

And has anybody seen sweet Gabriel

That dark woman with the funny tattoo

Know the curtain calls of her shadow on my walls

Is all she left to pull me through

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 jazz man plays the blues