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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... |
