| Song | Jazz At The Bookstore |
| Artist | Ron Sexsmith |
| Album | Time Being |
| 作词 : 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 | |
| And 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 selfhelp 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 | |
| And 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 |