Biografía:
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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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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
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