Jumpstart the Blues

[Saxophone solo starting] [Verse 1] Woke up this mornin', pockets empty as my soul, Boss man yellin' loud, said I'm runnin' way too slow, Rent's past due, bills stackin' high, sky lookin' gray, But I got a feelin' deep inside, gonna chase these blues away. [Pre-Chorus] Grabbed my old boots, headed down to the corner joint, Neon sign flickerin', where the piano keys an' saxophone point, Bartender smilin', said the band's just gettin' hot, I can hear that rhythm hummin', gonna make my heart unlock. [Chorus] Swing with the sax, let the piano roll, Syncopation's got me, gonna lose control, Shake off the heavy, let your feet take flight, Music's the medicine, gonna make these blues take flight, Oh, rhythm to shake the blues away, Let the good times roll, gonna chase the dark away. [Verse 2] Bartender's daughter, she was mopin' at the bar, Head in her hands, said her man left her for a car, I said, "Honey, don't you worry, don't you wear that frown, The bass is thumpin', piano's jumpin', let your feet touch the ground." [Pre-Chorus] She looked up at me, with a tear still in her eye, Then the drummer hit the snare, and I saw her start to rise, Took her by the hand, spun her 'round the old dance floor, Now she's laughin', shoutin', yellin', "I ain't hurt no more!" [Chorus] Swing with the sax, let the piano roll, Syncopation's got me, gonna lose control, Shake off the heavy, let your feet take flight, Music's the medicine, gonna make these blues take flight, Oh, rhythm to shake the blues away, Let the good times roll, gonna chase the dark away. [Bridge] Old man in the corner, he was slumpin' in his chair, Worried 'bout his pension, said life just ain't fair, I yelled, "C'mon, grandpa, don't you sit there mopin' low, This band's got fire, gonna make your old heart glow!" He pushed himself up, slow but sure, with a creak in his bones, Started tappin' his foot, then he let out a groan, But the groan turned to a whoop, as he spun 'round the room, Now he's dancin' with the bartender, like he's twenty-two! [Chorus – Repeat] Swing with the sax, let the piano roll, Syncopation's got me, gonna lose control, Shake off the heavy, let your feet take flight, Music's the medicine, gonna make these blues take flight, Oh, rhythm to shake the blues away, Let the good times roll, gonna chase the dark away. [Outro] Boss man's words, empty pockets, they don't mean a thing, When the sax is screamin', and the piano's singin', We're all just souls, tryin' to find a little light, Rhythm's the key, gonna make these blues take flight, Oh, rhythm to shake the blues away... [Saxophone solo fading out]