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Tytuł: Cleaning windows

  • Wykonawca: Van Morrison
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Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
   Got in my nose
   As we carried our ladders down the street
   With the wrought-iron gate rows
   I went home and listened to Jimmie Rogers in my lunch-break
   Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
   And went straight back to work.
  
   Oh, Sam was up on top
   And I was on the bottom with the v
   We went for lemonade and Paris buns
   At the shop and broke for tea
   I collected from the lady
   And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
   I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
   In that down joint.
  
   What's my line?
   I'm happy cleaning windows
   Take my time
   I'll see you when my love grows
   Baby don't let it slide
   I'm a working man in my prime
   Cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)
  
   I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
   On the street where I was born
   Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
   Muddy Waters singin' "I'm A Rolling Stone"
   I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
   Curiosity killed the cat
   Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road"
  
   What's my line?
   I'm happy cleaning windows
   Take my time
   I'll see you when my love grows
   Baby don't let it slide
   I'm a working man in my prime
   Cleaning windows…