Emily's Email About The Mexican Laundry Mat :

Hey guys...
It's early in the morning.. good computer time.
This is the song I was telling you about. There is a laundry mat in Fort
Payne where, I was telling Brad, I go do my clothes and everything about
it is Hispanic. There is a huge Hispanic population up here because of all
of the industry. Lot's of good restaurants.
From the graffiti on the walls to the stickers in the machines, and as far
as I know, it's owned and operated by a Mexican family. Plus every time I
go in there, I'm the only non-Hispanic person in there. So I just call it
the Mexican laundry mat. Is that derogatory? So I just wrote a little song
about meeting the Prince of Darkness at the Mexican laundry mat. First
draft, so feel free to change what you think doesn't make sense. It's got
a lot of ands and thens and stuff and it might not make sense. Just
puttin' it out there. It starts out slow, then gets fast and has three
key changes, then gets slow at the end and then gets fast again. The
cadence is really weird when you read it.


Well its always a long story
and I never quite know what to say
about how somebody treated me
this or that a'way.
But with you it's a different story
and I can tell it in three minutes flat
while watching Walker, Texas ranger reruns
at the Mexican Laundry Mat.

That is where we met
and you said your Tide was low,
so I picked you up and carried you off
to my own private Mexico:
the Mi Casita resteraunt
where I introduced you to Jose'
and his eyes got wide and he pulled me aside and said
"No! No! Agua caliente'! "

We sat down for our meal
but you said you didn't feel like eatin'
You wanted to show me the bright lights of Fort Payne
from the top of Lookout Mountain.
I don't have to tell what came next
but it was a roller coaster ride
straight to Hell in a Pontiac
with Satan by my side.

Well you ripped my heart right out of it's cage
and you threw it all around
then you set it on fire and stomped it out
then dropped me off back in town.
Then you sat down in your Lay-Z-Boy
and smoked a cigarette
and watched Walker, Texas Ranger reruns
on your color tv set...

I can't remember a time
when I was reeled in hook line and sinker
I should have listened to Jose'
about you, you tall dark stranger.
We did a little dance and made a little love
and to you I guess that was that,
but if you could please send my soul back C.O.D.
to the Mexican Laundry Mat.