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

and bookshelves
Full of self-help word
Some faint, elegance is
Now was that or Bird?

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

Theres a man standing at the
With a roast in his hand
He's livin in white land
Over by the and sugar stand

And have I really come for
Cup of caffeinated

So we browse around all over
Sipping coffees we cant pronounce
in the Blues Cemetery
All the commence to bounce, bounce

Lead Bellys in the cold
over in his grave
The hard road where so slaved
Is now so and paved

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

at the bookstore
And Blues in the shop