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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