Sunbeam Blues (with clarinet)

SUNBEAM BLUES

Sunbeam pourin’ in the window
when my baby wakes and shaves
Sunbeam streamin’ in the window
when my baby wakes and shaves ​

and it waits by my baby’s chair
like a dog at a grave ​

Sunbeam fallin’ on his shoulder
as he reads the want ads through
He sits in that stick of sunbeam
and he reads the want ads through
​

He’s been lookin’ for work six weeks
in the same blue suit ​

My baby feels as restless
as the dust in that patch of sun

He’s dancin’ his way to nowhere
just like the dust in that patch of sun ​

He’s tired of takin’ my money
and he wants to give me some ​

I said, if them bosses was women
well, I know just what they’d do
If all them bosses was women, baby,

I’m sure of what they’d do ​

Any woman with two good eyes
would sure pick you ​

Sunbeam pourin’ in the window
It shines on the rug all day
My baby’s all out of dreams now

he just sits in the sun all day ​

And the smoke from his cigarettes
stains that sunbeam gray ​

—Julie Kane, from ​Body and Soul.