Cleaning Windows

Capo 3rd fret

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 Rodgers 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

Chorus:

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 hundred and thirty-six)

I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon on the street where I was born

Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee, and 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