Country Music, Red Heads, and the Saturday Night Laundromat

By Bob Comeans

Having just spent 20 hours in the truck with my youngest teenage son, listening to country music the whole way, I have to say, I’ve been converted.

He was sitting there, knowing all the words, and singing his little heart out. He smiled over at me and just kept singing, like he knew a secret and I was about to find out.

Four states later I found out. I found I could now sing about trucks, girls, bonfires, black cadillacs, and my southern comfort zone.

The later it got and the longer we rode, I became convinced that I should try and write a country song. So, I scribbled it out in the motel that night using every thing I had just learned.

It’s not got music yet, cause I couldn’t learn guitar while I was driving, so we can just call it “Spoken Word Country.”

It’s a true story, cause most country songs are, about me and the little red head who came waltzing in the door at the…

Saturday Night Laundromat

Doing my laundry on Saturday night,
Pretty dang empty nothing good in sight.
I was putting quarters in the slot,
You walked in and I thought Dang she’s hot.

Quite a bit cute red hair and curls,
But she was all woman she ain’t no little girl.
Lord God Almighty I’m in some kinda mess,
She just bent on over and pulled out that sexy red dress.

My heart went this,
My heart went that.
Sitting there lonely,
Saturday night laundromat.

I peeked at her she peeked back,
Laundry slipped my mind I was getting off track.
Got no pride left watching those clothes spin,
I took my best shot and it went in.

She said yes out the door we walked,
Clothes can wait all night we talked.
Sitting there close at the coffee shop was like a football huddle,
I was looking down the road hoping for a little cuddle.

My heart went this,
My heart went that.
Sitting there lonely,
Saturday night laundromat.

Twenty three years later with two kids and a dog,
Loving like a marathon this ain’t no Sunday jog.
I saved me a mess of quarters and have been truly blest,
Finally bought those appliances and you heard all the rest.

My heart went this,
My heart went that.
No more sitting lonely…

Saturday Night Laundromat

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