Minor Seventh Chord - Minor/minor Seventh Chord Table

Minor/minor Seventh Chord Table

Chord Root Minor third Perfect fifth Minor seventh
Cm7 C E♭ G B♭
C♯m7 C♯ E G♯ B
D♭m7 D♭ F♭ (E) A♭ C♭ (B)
Dm7 D F A C
D♯m7 D♯ F♯ A♯ C♯
E♭m7 E♭ G♭ B♭ D♭
Em7 E G B D
Fm7 F A♭ C E♭
F♯m7 F♯ A C♯ E
G♭m7 G♭ B (A) D♭ F♭ (E)
Gm7 G B♭ D F
G♯m7 G♯ B D♯ F♯
A♭m7 A♭ C♭ (B) E♭ G♭
Am7 A C E G
A♯m7 A♯ C♯ E♯ (F) G♯
B♭m7 B♭ D♭ F A♭
Bm7 B D F♯ A

The just minor seventh chord is tuned in the ratios 10:12:15:18. Play This may be found on iii, vi, and vii. Another tuning may be in the ratios 48:40:32:27. Play

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