Chords for Van Morrison - Cleaning Windows Rockpalast Germany 1982
Tempo:
100.65 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab] [Bb] [F]
[Gm] [Bb]
Oh, [Eb] smell of the creek that come across the street.
[Bb] And in my nose, [Eb]
every carrot I left down the street was a roll-on cake, [Bb] roses.
I [Eb]
went home and [Ebm] looked in the gym and road trip, [Bb] and my lunch was great.
[F] Bought a firewood fireman at the shop at the [Bb] corner.
I went straight to collect the work.
[D] Oh, [Eb] Sam was up on top.
I looked from the bottom, but the [Bb] bees were [Bbm]
[Eb] falling in.
And the first one was a self-improved [Bb] routine.
[Eb]
I collected from the lay-lay, and I cleaned [Bb]
it.
[F] I was going saxophone on the weekend in a down [Bb] joint.
Tell me what's a fly like.
[F] I'm half-backed, [Eb] cleaning windows.
[Bb]
I'm playing my dime.
I'll see you in my love, Lord.
Leave me no last line.
I'm a working man in my [Eb] private life, and I'm clean, oh, Lord.
[Bb] [Eb]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[Eb]
I heard that belly of a flying lemon on the street where [Bb] I was born.
[Eb] Son of Terry Bradley McGee.
I'm not a white singer.
[Bb] I'm a rolling stone.
[Eb]
I went home and read my Christmas comfort book on [Bb] sand.
[F]
Curiosity killed the cat.
Airwax, [Bb] marble bumps, and it all crumbled.
What's a fly like?
[F] I'm half-backed, cleaning [Eb] windows.
[Bb]
I'm playing my dime.
I'll see you [Eb] in my love, Lord.
Leave [Bb] me no last line.
I'm a working man in [Eb] my private life, and I'm clean, [Bb] oh, Lord.
Say it again.
What's a fly like?
I'm half-backed, cleaning windows.
[Eb] [Bb]
I'm playing my [Gm] dime.
I'll see you in [Eb] my love, Lord.
[Bb] Leave me no last line.
I'm a working [Eb] man in my private life, and I'm clean, [Bb] oh, Lord.
[Eb] Freedom and love.
You say number 126?
[Bb]
I will be ready tomorrow.
[Eb] Just find a time I can bring this fucker on the set up.
[Bb]
[G] Come on, Sally, hurry [Bb] up.
You [Eb] don't get a face like Dakota in that collar.
Freedom and [Bb] love.
Freedom [Eb] and love.
Freedom [Bb] and love.
Freedom [Eb] and love. Oh, [Cm] Jesus.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Gm] [Bb]
Oh, [Eb] smell of the creek that come across the street.
[Bb] And in my nose, [Eb]
every carrot I left down the street was a roll-on cake, [Bb] roses.
I [Eb]
went home and [Ebm] looked in the gym and road trip, [Bb] and my lunch was great.
[F] Bought a firewood fireman at the shop at the [Bb] corner.
I went straight to collect the work.
[D] Oh, [Eb] Sam was up on top.
I looked from the bottom, but the [Bb] bees were [Bbm]
[Eb] falling in.
And the first one was a self-improved [Bb] routine.
[Eb]
I collected from the lay-lay, and I cleaned [Bb]
it.
[F] I was going saxophone on the weekend in a down [Bb] joint.
Tell me what's a fly like.
[F] I'm half-backed, [Eb] cleaning windows.
[Bb]
I'm playing my dime.
I'll see you in my love, Lord.
Leave me no last line.
I'm a working man in my [Eb] private life, and I'm clean, oh, Lord.
[Bb] [Eb]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[Eb]
I heard that belly of a flying lemon on the street where [Bb] I was born.
[Eb] Son of Terry Bradley McGee.
I'm not a white singer.
[Bb] I'm a rolling stone.
[Eb]
I went home and read my Christmas comfort book on [Bb] sand.
[F]
Curiosity killed the cat.
Airwax, [Bb] marble bumps, and it all crumbled.
What's a fly like?
[F] I'm half-backed, cleaning [Eb] windows.
[Bb]
I'm playing my dime.
I'll see you [Eb] in my love, Lord.
Leave [Bb] me no last line.
I'm a working man in [Eb] my private life, and I'm clean, [Bb] oh, Lord.
Say it again.
What's a fly like?
I'm half-backed, cleaning windows.
[Eb] [Bb]
I'm playing my [Gm] dime.
I'll see you in [Eb] my love, Lord.
[Bb] Leave me no last line.
I'm a working [Eb] man in my private life, and I'm clean, [Bb] oh, Lord.
[Eb] Freedom and love.
You say number 126?
[Bb]
I will be ready tomorrow.
[Eb] Just find a time I can bring this fucker on the set up.
[Bb]
[G] Come on, Sally, hurry [Bb] up.
You [Eb] don't get a face like Dakota in that collar.
Freedom and [Bb] love.
Freedom [Eb] and love.
Freedom [Bb] and love.
Freedom [Eb] and love. Oh, [Cm] Jesus.
[Eb] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Ab
Bb
Eb
F
[Ab] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh, [Eb] smell of the creek that come across the street.
_ [Bb] And in my nose, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
every carrot I left down the street was a roll-on cake, [Bb] roses.
I _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
went home and [Ebm] looked in the gym and road trip, [Bb] and my lunch was great.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] Bought a firewood fireman at the shop at the [Bb] corner.
I went straight to collect the work.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Oh, [Eb] Sam was up on top.
I looked from the bottom, but the [Bb] bees _ were [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] falling in.
And the first one was a self-improved [Bb] routine.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
I collected from the lay-lay, and I cleaned _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ it.
[F] I was going saxophone on the weekend in a down [Bb] joint.
_ _ _ Tell me what's a fly like.
[F] I'm half-backed, [Eb] cleaning windows.
_ _ [Bb] _
I'm playing my dime.
I'll see you in my love, Lord.
_ _ _ Leave me no last line.
I'm a working man in my [Eb] private life, and I'm clean, oh, Lord.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
I heard that belly of a flying lemon on the street where [Bb] I was born. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] Son of Terry Bradley McGee.
I'm not a white singer.
[Bb] I'm a rolling stone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
I went home and read my Christmas comfort book on [Bb] sand.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F]
Curiosity killed the cat.
Airwax, [Bb] marble bumps, and it all crumbled.
_ _ _ What's a fly like?
[F] I'm half-backed, cleaning [Eb] windows.
_ _ [Bb] _
I'm playing my dime.
I'll see you [Eb] in my love, Lord.
Leave _ [Bb] _ me no last line.
I'm a working man in [Eb] my private life, and I'm clean, [Bb] oh, Lord.
Say it again.
What's a fly like?
I'm half-backed, cleaning windows.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
I'm playing my [Gm] dime.
I'll see you in [Eb] my love, Lord.
_ _ [Bb] Leave me no last line.
I'm a working [Eb] man in my private life, and I'm clean, [Bb] oh, Lord.
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Freedom and love.
_ You say number 126?
_ [Bb] _
I will be ready tomorrow.
_ _ _ [Eb] Just find a time I can bring this fucker on the set up.
_ _ _ [Bb] _
[G] Come on, Sally, hurry [Bb] up.
_ You [Eb] don't get a face like Dakota in that collar.
_ _ Freedom and [Bb] love.
_ _ _ _ Freedom [Eb] and love.
_ _ _ _ Freedom [Bb] and love. _
_ _ _ _ Freedom [Eb] and love. Oh, [Cm] Jesus.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh, [Eb] smell of the creek that come across the street.
_ [Bb] And in my nose, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
every carrot I left down the street was a roll-on cake, [Bb] roses.
I _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
went home and [Ebm] looked in the gym and road trip, [Bb] and my lunch was great.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] Bought a firewood fireman at the shop at the [Bb] corner.
I went straight to collect the work.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Oh, [Eb] Sam was up on top.
I looked from the bottom, but the [Bb] bees _ were [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] falling in.
And the first one was a self-improved [Bb] routine.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
I collected from the lay-lay, and I cleaned _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ it.
[F] I was going saxophone on the weekend in a down [Bb] joint.
_ _ _ Tell me what's a fly like.
[F] I'm half-backed, [Eb] cleaning windows.
_ _ [Bb] _
I'm playing my dime.
I'll see you in my love, Lord.
_ _ _ Leave me no last line.
I'm a working man in my [Eb] private life, and I'm clean, oh, Lord.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
I heard that belly of a flying lemon on the street where [Bb] I was born. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] Son of Terry Bradley McGee.
I'm not a white singer.
[Bb] I'm a rolling stone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
I went home and read my Christmas comfort book on [Bb] sand.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F]
Curiosity killed the cat.
Airwax, [Bb] marble bumps, and it all crumbled.
_ _ _ What's a fly like?
[F] I'm half-backed, cleaning [Eb] windows.
_ _ [Bb] _
I'm playing my dime.
I'll see you [Eb] in my love, Lord.
Leave _ [Bb] _ me no last line.
I'm a working man in [Eb] my private life, and I'm clean, [Bb] oh, Lord.
Say it again.
What's a fly like?
I'm half-backed, cleaning windows.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
I'm playing my [Gm] dime.
I'll see you in [Eb] my love, Lord.
_ _ [Bb] Leave me no last line.
I'm a working [Eb] man in my private life, and I'm clean, [Bb] oh, Lord.
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Freedom and love.
_ You say number 126?
_ [Bb] _
I will be ready tomorrow.
_ _ _ [Eb] Just find a time I can bring this fucker on the set up.
_ _ _ [Bb] _
[G] Come on, Sally, hurry [Bb] up.
_ You [Eb] don't get a face like Dakota in that collar.
_ _ Freedom and [Bb] love.
_ _ _ _ Freedom [Eb] and love.
_ _ _ _ Freedom [Bb] and love. _
_ _ _ _ Freedom [Eb] and love. Oh, [Cm] Jesus.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _