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Bm A

Leadbelly’s in the background being drowned out by the grind

G Bm

He’s singing ’bout Rock Island Line nobody seems to pay him any mind

Bm A

Bestsellers and bookshelves full of self-help printed word

G Bm

Some faint elegance is heard, now was that Ellington or Bird?

G A F#m Bm

And has it really come to this? Can ignorance be bliss?

A F#m Bm

I’m waiting for - the other shoe to drop

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Jazz at the bookstore and Blues in the coffee shop

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Jazz at the bookstore and Blues in the coffee shop

Bm A

There’s a man standing at the crossroads with a dark roast in his hand

G Bm

He’s livin’ in white yuppy land over by the milk and sugar stand

G A F#m Bm

And have I really come for this, cup of caffenated bliss?

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So we browse around all over town sipping coffees that we can’t pronounce

GMaj7 F#7

And meanwhile in the Blues Cemetery all the coffins commence to bounce

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Bm A

Leadbelly’s in the cold ground rolling over in his grave

G Bm

The hard road where so many slaved is now so smooth and paved

G A F#m Bm

And has it really come to this? Can ignorance be bliss?

A F#m Bm

I’m waiting for - the other shoe to drop

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Jazz at the bookstore and Blues in the coffee shop

Bm6 GM7 F#7 Bm

Jazz at the bookstore and Blues in the coffee shop

Bm6 GM7 F#7 Bm

Jazz at the bookstore - Bluuuuues in the coffee shop