Van Morrison - Cleaning Windows Lyrics
Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the streetGot in my noseAs we carried our ladders down the streetWith the wrought-iron gate rowsI went home and listened to jimmie rodgers in my lunch-breakBought five woodbines at the shop on the cornerAnd went straight back to work.Oh, sam was up on topAnd I was on the bottom with the vWe went for lemonade and paris bunsAt the shop and broke for teaI collected from the ladyAnd I cleaned the fanlight inside-outI was blowing saxophone on the weekendIn that down joint.Whats my line?Im happy cleaning windowsTake my timeIll see you when my love growsBaby dont let it slideIm a working man in my primeCleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)I heard leadbelly and blind lemonOn the street where I was bornSonny terry, brownie mcghee,Muddy waters singin Im a rolling stoneI went home and read my christmas humphreys book on zenCuriosity killed the catKerouacs dharma bums and on the roadWhats my line?Im happy cleaning windowsTake my timeIll see you when my love growsBaby dont let it slideIm a working man in my primeCleaning windows...
