Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Window-Washing Cowboy, artist - Da Vinci's Notebook.
Date of issue: 14.01.2021
Song language: English
Window-Washing Cowboy |
Roy rode into Houston |
On the fifteenth of July |
They’d brought him in to help clean up the town |
He worked the Exxon building |
Down on 21st and Main |
From the 42nd floor down to the ground |
He worked without a scaffold |
And he always worked alone |
And everybody knew he was the best |
People’d come from miles around |
And stand down in the street |
To watch the Fastest Squeegee in the West |
Window-washing cowboy |
Make ‘em shiny clean |
Windex and a squeegee in your hand |
You’ll never find another love like your sweet Marie |
From Abilene down to the Rio Grande |
Roy saw her there one morning |
On the 37th floor |
The nameplate on her desk just said «Marie» |
He made sure he was cleaning |
The second window from the right |
Every Thursday at precisely 10: 03 |
He’d tap the glass and wave |
And she’d look up and give a smile |
Each time she did, his heart would swell with pride |
And even though they’d never spoken once |
Roy vowed to Heaven |
That one day he’d make that sweet Marie his bride |
It took him months, but Roy |
Worked up the nerve to bare his soul |
So up he went to ask her for her hand |
And when he reached the window |
There she was: his sweet Marie |
Wrapped in the arms of the carpet-cleaning man |
He hung there for a moment |
As his poor heart broke in two |
And all his hopes and dreams came crashing down |
Then Roy unhitched his safety line |
And, with a mournful cry |
He raced his final teardrops to the ground |
And so there ends the tragic tale |
Of squeegee-slingin' Roy: |
A lonely soul who loved and died in vain |
He left his mark on Main Street |
And no matter how they tried |
They couldn’t scrub away that cowboy-colored stain |
On Thursdays, people say |
You still can see him up above |
And the echoes of his final cry remain |
And to this day, they tell the tale |
Of the window-washing cowboy |
He loved windows, but he couldn’t stand the pain… |