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Jazz At The Bookstore - Ron Sexsmith
Leadbelly's in the background
Being drowned out by the grind

He's singing 'bout "Rock Island Line"

Nobody seems to pay him any mind

Bestsellers and bookshelves
Full of self help printed word

Some faint elegance is heard

Now was that Ellington or Bird

And has it really come to this

Can ignorance be bliss

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop

Jazz at the bookstore
And Blues in the coffee shop
Jazz at the bookstore

And Blues in the coffee shop

There's a man standing at the crossroads
With a dark roast in his hand
He's Livin' in white yuppy land

Over by the milk and sugar stand

And have I really come for this

A cup of caffeinated bliss

So we browse around
All over town
Sipping coffees that we can't pronounce

Meanwhile in the Blues Cemetery
All the coffins commence to bounce bounce

Leadbelly's in the cold ground
Rolling over in his grave

The hard road where so many slaved

Is now so smooth and paved

And has it really come to this

Can ignorance be bliss

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop

Jazz at the bookstore

And Blues in the coffee shop
Jazz at the bookstore

And Blues in the coffee shop

Jazz at the bookstore

And Blues in the coffee shop