Jeff Black - Thats just about right

^AMy^Bm ol^Dd friend lives up in the mountains ^AHe^Bm fl^Dew up there to paint the world ^AHe^Bm sa^Dys even though interpretation's what I count on ^ATh^Bmis ^Dlittle picture to me seems blurred ^AHa^Bmrd ^Dlines and the shadows come easy ^AI ^Bmsee^D it all just as clear as a bell ^AI ^Bmjus^Dt can't seem to set my easel to please me ^AI ^Bmpai^Dnt my heaven and it looks like hell

^F#mIs it me or is my vis^Gion jaded? If I ^Dask you, will you te^All me true? I say, n^F#mo and yes, I think the wor^Gld you've painted Man, it's ju^Dst the way that it app^Aears to you

Oh, your b^Glue might be gray, ^AYour les^Ds might be more Your win^Gdow to the world might be the big^A front door ^D Your shi^Gniest day ^Amight come in the midd^Bmle of the night ^{G G}That's just about right

^AHe^Bm sa^Dys, man I ain't coming down ^AUn^Bmtil^D my picture is perfect ^AAn^Bmd a^Dll the wonder has gone from my eyes ^ADo^Bmwn ^Dthrough my hands and on to the canvas ^ASt^Bmill^D like my vision but still a surprise ^ASt^Bmill^D life he says is the hardest impression ^AMa^Bmn I^Dt's always moving so I just let it come through ^ATh^Bmat ^Dmy friend I say is the glory of true independence ^AJu^Bmst ^Dto do what you do (what you do what you do

^F#mI don't think people'^Gs visions get jaded I think the ti^Dmes change an^Ad so does the truth ^F#mSo in that I think the wor^Gld you've painted Man it’s j^Dust the way that it appears^A to you

Oh, your b^Glue might be gray, ^AYour les^Ds might be more Your win^Gdow to the world might be the big^A front door ^D Your shi^Gniest day ^Amight come in the midd^Bmle of the night ^{G G}That's just about right

^AWe^Bm en^Gde^Dd our talk on how many friendships had faded ^AAn^Bmd n^Gow^Dadays what makes a picture seem real ^ATh^Bme s^Gim^Dpler versions are not complicated ^ATh^Bmank^Gs ^Dfor the brushes man I'll see you next year ^ASo^Bm le^Gt'^Ds roll on we know what we're here for ^ASo^Bmuve^Gni^Drs of all that we've seen ^ASo^Bm wr^Git^De a story paint or yourself or paint the town ^AAn^Bmd w^Ghe^Dn you look around hey you know where you've been

^F#mIf you wonder if your^G vision is jaded You j^Dust ask someone who ^Awill tell you true ^F#mOne true friend who sees all tha^Gt you've painted They’ll say hey ^Dman, that looks just lik^Ae you (how do you do it?)

Oh, your b^Glue might be gray, ^AYour les^Ds might be more Your win^Gdow to the world might be the big^A front door ^D Your shi^Gniest day ^Amight come in the midd^Bmle of the night ^G y^Gour blue might be g^Aray, You^Dr less might be more Your win^Gdow to the world might be the big^A front door ^D Your shi^Gniest day ^Amight come in the midd^Bmle of the night ^{G G}That's just about right