Ron Sexsmith - Jazz at the bookstore

L^Emeadbelly’s in the background being drowne^Dd out by the grind He’s singing ’^Cbout „Rock Island Line“ n^Emobody seems 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^Em a man standing at the crossroads with^D a dark roast in his hand He’s livin??^C? in white yuppy land ove^Emr by the milk and sugar stand ^CAnd have I really come fo^Dr this, cup of caf^Bmfen^Emated bliss?

So we browse a^Cmaj7round all over^Am7 town sipping c^Emoffees that we can’t pronounce And m^Cmaj7eanwhile in the Blues Cemetery al^B7l the coffins commence to bounce

^EmLeadbelly’s in the cold ground ro^Dlling 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 waitin^Dg for -^Bm the other ^Emshoe 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