Jazz Street

	作词 : Gaitsch, Jennings, Schmit
	(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch)
	When the feeling is lost i can find it
	I go down to a street i know
	It's a place where they live to unwind it
	They lay back and just keep rolling
	Sax man steps right out
	Doesn't care who hears it
	Gypsy bass picks a place where it's working
	The drummer lays out some real life rhythm
	When this old soul needs clearing
	I stay until they bring me back
	It ain't the radio
	Living to play, you know
	Down on jazz street
	(meet me down on jazz street, yeah)
	This ain't your hollywood
	They really do it good
	Down on jazz street
	Down on jazz street there's one kind of people
	Love the truth and they hate the jive
	It's a church though it don't have a steeple
	They're the ones who know what this life is
	Down here they step out
	They don't care who feels it
	Every time they set me (to) flying
	Seen them raise up the dead and dying
	When your old heart is weary
	They'll give you everything you lack
	So when your soul needs clearing
	Go down where they can bring you back
	It ain't the radio
	Living to play, you know
	Down on jazz street

	zuò cí : Gaitsch, Jennings, Schmit
	t. b. schmit w. jennings b. gaitsch
	When the feeling is lost i can find it
	I go down to a street i know
	It' s a place where they live to unwind it
	They lay back and just keep rolling
	Sax man steps right out
	Doesn' t care who hears it
	Gypsy bass picks a place where it' s working
	The drummer lays out some real life rhythm
	When this old soul needs clearing
	I stay until they bring me back
	It ain' t the radio
	Living to play, you know
	Down on jazz street
	meet me down on jazz street, yeah
	This ain' t your hollywood
	They really do it good
	Down on jazz street
	Down on jazz street there' s one kind of people
	Love the truth and they hate the jive
	It' s a church though it don' t have a steeple
	They' re the ones who know what this life is
	Down here they step out
	They don' t care who feels it
	Every time they set me to flying
	Seen them raise up the dead and dying
	When your old heart is weary
	They' ll give you everything you lack
	So when your soul needs clearing
	Go down where they can bring you back
	It ain' t the radio
	Living to play, you know
	Down on jazz street