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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 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

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

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Number thirty-six

Yeah

Take this

I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon

On the street where I was born

Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee

A-Muddy Waters singin', I'm a Rollin' Stone

I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen

Curiosity killed the cat

Kerouac's Dharma Bums and On The Road

Yeah

What's my line?

I'm happy cleaning windows

Yes

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

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Say again, what's my line?

I'm happy cleaning windows

Well, I'll take my time

I'll see you when my love grows

Don't let it slide

I'm a working man in my prime

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Alright

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Number hundred and twenty-six

I will be right tomorrow

I'm just going to town, three feet deep in a window sill, yeah

They saw me, hurry up

To look at it first, you'll have to go undertow

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