Lyrics Jazz Street - Joe Ely

He was a canvasback scatterbrain from Jazz Street
He had a '65 Chevy and a surfer shirt full of parakeets
It's a dead-end road by the Love Canal where the moonlight dreams
He was hot to trot and he'd beat a lot on his drum machine
She had a sweet, sinny, cool hotel on Jazz Street
Where the company girls and the go-betweens were known to meet
Her younger sister runs the desk, she rings a little brass bell
And if the truth be known she liked to
Drink alone and it was just as well

He was the king of trash, he could sling it around on Jazz Street
She was an angel of poverty, she followed him down on Jazz Street
They were happy together, all the 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 had a buzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of lawmen's chains
His stereo had remote control, it was made in Spain
He left his sister behind, she was doing time in the federal pen
He said times were rough, 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 she hired at the interviews
She'd seen the ropes and her only hope was to play the bluff
And to make believe he had a fantasy that was big enough

He was the king of trash, he could sling it around on Jazz Street
She was an angel of poverty, she followed him down on Jazz Street
They were happy together, all the 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 an angel of poverty, she followed him down on Jazz Street
They were moving their feet, trying to make ends meet on Jazz Street
All the skinny birdies going tweet, tweet, tweet on Jazz Street
On Jazz Street, on Jazz Street
On Jazz Street, Jazz Street