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