Ron Sexsmith - Jazz at the bookstore

L^Emeadbelly's in the background being drowned ^Dout by the grind He's singing 'bout^C "Rock Island Line" nobody se^Emems to pay him any mind ^EmBestsellers and bookshelves full of se^Dlf-help printed word Some faint ^Celegance is heard, now was th^Emat Ellington or Bird'

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There's a^Em man standing at the crossroads with a^D dark roast in his hand He's livin' in^C white yuppy land over by^Em the milk and sugar stand ^CAnd have I really come fo^Dr this, cup of caf^Bmfen^Emated bliss'

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^EmLeadbelly's in the cold ground roll^Ding over in his grave The hard road where ^Cso many slaved is now so s^Emmooth and paved ^CAnd has it really come to^D this' Can ignoran^Bmce ^Embe bliss' I'm waiting ^Dfor - ^Bm the other sh^Emoe to drop ^Em6Jazz at the ^Cmaj7bookstore and^B7 Blues in t^Emhe coffee shop ^Em6Jazz at the ^Cmaj7bookstore and^B7 Blues in t^Emhe coffee shop ^Em6Jazz at the ^Cmaj7bookstor^B7e - Blues in the^Em coffee shop