Timothy B. Schmit - Jazz Street lyrics

(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 ba** 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