Jazz At The Bookstore Lyrics - Ron Sexsmith

Leadbelly's in the background 

Being drowned out by the grind 

He's singing about "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 

Livin' in white yuppy hand 

Over by the milk and sugar stand 

And have I really come to this 

Cup of caffeinated bliss? 

So we browse around 

All over town 

Sipping coffees that we can't pronounce 

And meanwhile in the blues cemetery 

All the coffins commence to 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