LAUNDROMAT
Michael P. Miller
Blue Stew, Rory Gallagher


IT WAS SUNDAY AFTERNOON I THOUGHT I’D WASH SOME CLOTHES, 
NOTHING PECULIAR ‘BOUT THAT
SO I LOADED UP THE CAR WITH SHIRTS AND SOCKS, 
AND HEADED TO THE LAUNDROMAT
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL, THAT I’VE EVER SEEN, 
WAS PUTTING HER CLOTHES IN THE WASHING MACHINE
THE ONLY THING FUNNY ABOUT THAT, IS, 
I FELL IN LOVE, AT THE LAUNDROMAT 


I ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED A QUARTER ON THE FLOOR, 
IT ROLLED DOWN AND STOPPED AT HER SHOE
SHE KINDLY PICKED IT UP AND BROUGHT IT OVER TO ME AND SAID, 
I BELIEVE THIS BELONGS TO YOU
I LOOKED AT HER, SHE LOOKED AT ME, 
I KNEW RIGHT THEN THIS IS WHERE I WANTED TO BE
I NEVER FIGURED ON THAT, 
I FELL IN LOVE, AT THE LAUNDROMAT 


BRIDGE
WE TALKED ABOUT DIRT AND GRIME, 
THE GREASY KIND THAT’S HARD TO GET OUT
SHE SAID THE ONLY WAY TO GET RID OF REAL TOUGH STAINS IS, 
YOU GOTTA SHOUT IT OUT
 
SHE SAID THIS WILL MAKE YOUR CLOTHES SMELL APRIL FRESH, 
LIKE FLOWERS ON A SPRING DAY
I KNEW RIGHT THEN I WAS FALLING IN LOVE 
BUT I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD HAPPEN THIS WAY
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL, I’VE EVER SEEN, 
POURING FABRIC SOFTENER IN MY WASHING MACHINE
NOW JUST IMAGINE THAT, 
I FELL IN LOVE, AT THE LAUNDROMAT 










(Contributed by m miller - November 2007)