– That Old Black Magic –
by Harold Arlen & Johnny Mercer, 1942

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That old black magic has me in its spell,
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That old black magic that you weave so well.
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Those i - cy  fin - gers up and down my spine,
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The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

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The same old tingle that I feel inside,
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And then that el - e - va - tor starts its ride.
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And down and down I go;
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Round and round I  go
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Like a leaf     caught in the tide.

{Bridge:}
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I should stay away,       but what can I do?
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I hear your name and I'm a - flame.
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A - flame with such a burning desire
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That only your kiss can put out the fire.

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For you're the lover I have waited for,
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The mate that Fate had me cre - a - ted for.
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And ev'ry time   your lips meet mine,
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Darling, down and down I  go;
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Round and round I  go
–  Jeanie With the Light Brown Hair –
by Stephen Foster

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I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair
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Borne like a vapor on the summer air
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I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
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Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
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Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
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Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er:
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Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
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Floating like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

I long for Jeanie with the day-dawn smile,
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die:--
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,--
Waiting for the lost one that comes not again:
Oh! I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.

I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade;
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown,
Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.
Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers will cull them no more:
Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair.
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

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In a spin,   loving the spin I'm in
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Under that old black magic called love.
{Repeat from Bridge}
–  Jazzman –
by Carole King, 1974

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Lift me, won´t you lift me, above the old routine
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Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman

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When the Jazzman´s testifyin´ a faithless man believes
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He can sing you into paradise or bring you to your knees
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It´s a gospel kind of feelin´ a touch of Georgia slide
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A song of pure revival and a style that´s sanctified

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Jazzman take my blues away,
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Make my pain the same as yours
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With every change you play
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Jazzman, oh Jazzman

{four-bar break as above}
When the Jazzman´s signifyin´ and the band is windin´ low
It´s the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul
He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horns with tears
He can cry like a fallen angel when risin´ time is near

Jazzman take my blues away,
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you play

Oh lift me, won´t you lift me with ev´ry turn around
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh Jazzman
{break as above then repeat last verse to end}