Paroles Jazz street Joe Ely

Jazz street

He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from jazz street

He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets

It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon eyed dream

He was hot to trot and he beat a lot on his drum machine

She had a sweet-scented cool hotel on jazz street

Where the company girls and the go betweens are known to meet

Her younger sister runs the desk - she rings a little brass bell

And if the truth were known she liked to drink alone and it was just as well

on Jazz Street

She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down

on Jazz Street

They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven

With a love like this, who could wish

for anything better than heaven...

on Jazz Street

on Jazz Street

on Jazz Street

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He had a fuzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of loggers chain

His stereo had remote control that was made in Spain

He left his sister behind, she was doin time in the Federal Pen

Times were rough, but just tough enough for a man like him

She had a mobile phone in her mobile home that she loved to use

She'd been inspired by the girls that she hired at the interviews

She'd seen the ropes and her only hope was to play the bluff

Make believe that he had a fantasy that was big enough

on Jazz Street

She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down

on Jazz Street

They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven

With a love like this, who could wish

for anything better than heaven...

on Jazz Street

on Jazz Street

on Jazz Street

He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around

on Jazz Street

She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down

on Jazz Street

They were movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet

on Jazz Street

All the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Jazz Street

on Jazz Street

on Jazz Street

on Jazz Street