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Lead Bellys in the
Being out by the grind
Hes singing bout Island Line'
Nobody seems to pay him any

Bestsellers and
Full of printed word
Some faint, is heard
Now was that or Bird?

And has it really to this?
Can ignorance be
Im waiting for the shoe to drop
at the bookstore
And Blues in the shop
at the bookstore
And Blues in the coffee

a man standing at the crossroads
With a dark roast in his
He's in white yuppy land
Over by the milk and sugar

And have I really for this
Cup of caffeinated

So we browse around all town
Sipping coffees that we cant
Meanwhile in the Blues
All the coffins to bounce, bounce

Lead in the cold ground
Rolling in his grave
The hard road so many slaved
Is now so and paved

And has it really come to
Can be bliss?
Im for the other shoe to drop
at the bookstore
And Blues in the coffee
Jazz at the
And Blues in the coffee

Jazz at the
And Blues in the shop