Ron Sexsmith - Jazz at the bookstore

L^Ameadbelly’s in the background being drowne^Gd out by the grind He’s singing ’^Fbout „Rock Island Line“ n^Amobody seems to pay him any mind ^AmBestsellers and bookshelves full of se^Glf-help printed word Some faint ^Felegance is heard, now was th^Amat Ellington or Bird?

^FAnd has it really come to^G this? Can ignoran^Emce ^Ambe bliss? I’m waitin^Gg for -^Em the other ^Amshoe to drop ^Am6Jazz at the ^Fmaj7bookstore and^E7 Blues in t^Amhe coffee shop Am6 Fmaj7 E7 Am | Am | Am | Jazz at the bookstore and Blues in the coffee shop

There’s^Am a man standing at the crossroads with^G a dark roast in his hand He’s livin??^F? in white yuppy land ove^Amr by the milk and sugar stand ^FAnd have I really come fo^Gr this, cup of caf^Emfen^Amated bliss?

So we browse a^Fmaj7round all over^Dm7 town sipping c^Amoffees that we can’t pronounce And m^Fmaj7eanwhile in the Blues Cemetery al^E7l the coffins commence to bounce

^AmLeadbelly’s in the cold ground ro^Glling over in his grave The hard road where ^Fso many slaved is now so s^Ammooth and paved ^FAnd has it really come to^G this? Can ignoran^Emce ^Ambe bliss? I’m waitin^Gg for -^Em the other ^Amshoe to drop ^Am6Jazz at the ^Fmaj7bookstore and^E7 Blues in t^Amhe coffee shop ^Am6Jazz at the ^Fmaj7bookstore and^E7 Blues in t^Amhe coffee shop ^Am6Jazz at the ^Fmaj7bookstor^E7e - Blues in the^Am coffee shop