Biography:
Jeff Black
Born: 1960s
Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Genres: alternative, folk, singer-songwriter
Instruments: vocals, guitar, banjo, piano, harmonica
Years active 1990s - present
Label: Lotos Nile Music
Website: jeffblack.com
Jeff Black is an American singer-songwriter. After critically acclaimed commercial releases on label homes, fan favorite independent releases on his own Lotos Nile Music imprint, song placement on numerous independent films
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
I searched EVERYWHERE online and never found a version even remotely close to Black's original recording.
While I love BlackHawk and their unique brand of country music, I actually prefer Black's
version--the unabridged version; so here it is!
“That’s Just About Right” Jeff Black
CAPO 3
A Bm G D x2
A Bm D
A Bm G
G
A Bm D
My old friend lives up in the mountains
A Bm D
He flew up there to paint the world
A Bm D
He says even though interpretation's what I count on
A Bm D
This little picture to me seems blurred
A Bm D
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
A Bm D
I see it all just as clear as a bell
A Bm D
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
A Bm D
I paint my heaven and it looks like hell
F#m G
Is it me or is my vision jaded?
D A
If I ask you, will you tell me true?
F#m G
I say, no and yes, I think the world you've painted
D A
Man, it's just the way that it appears to you
G A D
Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
G A D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
G A Bm G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
G
That's just about right
A Bm D
He says, man I ain't coming down
A Bm D
Until my picture is perfect
A Bm D
And all the wonder has gone from my eyes
A Bm D
Down through my hands and on to the canvas
A Bm D
Still like my vision but still a surprise
A Bm D
Still life he says is the hardest impression
A Bm D
Man It's always moving so I just let it come through
A Bm D
That my friend I say is the glory of true independence
A Bm D
Just to do what you do (what you do what you do
F#m G
I don't think people's visions get jaded
D A
I think the times change and so does the truth
F#m G
So in that I think the world you've painted
D A
Man it’s just the way that it appears to you
G A D
Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
G A D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
G A Bm G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
G
That's just about right
A Bm G D
We ended our talk on how many friendships had faded
A Bm G D
And nowadays what makes a picture seem real
A Bm G D
The simpler versions are not complicated
A Bm G D
Thanks for the brushes man I'll see you next year
A Bm G D
So let's roll on we know what we're here for
A Bm G D
Souvenirs of all that we've seen
A Bm G D
So write a story paint or yourself or paint the town
A Bm G D
And when you look around hey you know where you've been
F#m G
If you wonder if your vision is jaded
D A
You just ask someone who will tell you true
F#m G
One true friend who sees all that you've painted
D A
They’ll say hey man, that looks just like you
(how do you do it?)
G A D
Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
G A D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
G A Bm G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
G A D
your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
G A D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
G A Bm G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
G
That's just about right
A Bm G D x2
While I love BlackHawk and their unique brand of country music, I actually prefer Black's
version--the unabridged version; so here it is!
“That’s Just About Right” Jeff Black
CAPO 3
A Bm G D x2
A Bm D
A Bm G
G
A Bm D
My old friend lives up in the mountains
A Bm D
He flew up there to paint the world
A Bm D
He says even though interpretation's what I count on
A Bm D
This little picture to me seems blurred
A Bm D
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
A Bm D
I see it all just as clear as a bell
A Bm D
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
A Bm D
I paint my heaven and it looks like hell
F#m G
Is it me or is my vision jaded?
D A
If I ask you, will you tell me true?
F#m G
I say, no and yes, I think the world you've painted
D A
Man, it's just the way that it appears to you
G A D
Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
G A D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
G A Bm G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
G
That's just about right
A Bm D
He says, man I ain't coming down
A Bm D
Until my picture is perfect
A Bm D
And all the wonder has gone from my eyes
A Bm D
Down through my hands and on to the canvas
A Bm D
Still like my vision but still a surprise
A Bm D
Still life he says is the hardest impression
A Bm D
Man It's always moving so I just let it come through
A Bm D
That my friend I say is the glory of true independence
A Bm D
Just to do what you do (what you do what you do
F#m G
I don't think people's visions get jaded
D A
I think the times change and so does the truth
F#m G
So in that I think the world you've painted
D A
Man it’s just the way that it appears to you
G A D
Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
G A D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
G A Bm G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
G
That's just about right
A Bm G D
We ended our talk on how many friendships had faded
A Bm G D
And nowadays what makes a picture seem real
A Bm G D
The simpler versions are not complicated
A Bm G D
Thanks for the brushes man I'll see you next year
A Bm G D
So let's roll on we know what we're here for
A Bm G D
Souvenirs of all that we've seen
A Bm G D
So write a story paint or yourself or paint the town
A Bm G D
And when you look around hey you know where you've been
F#m G
If you wonder if your vision is jaded
D A
You just ask someone who will tell you true
F#m G
One true friend who sees all that you've painted
D A
They’ll say hey man, that looks just like you
(how do you do it?)
G A D
Oh, your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
G A D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
G A Bm G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
G A D
your blue might be gray, Your less might be more
G A D
Your window to the world might be the big front door
G A Bm G
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
G
That's just about right
A Bm G D x2
