For Angela Matt the Electrician
Dear Customer Comp[G]laint Department[C]
[D]I have nothing to comp[C]lain ab[G]out
In fa[C]ct, I have nothing but go[D]od things to say
Ab[C]out your com[D]pany to[G]day
L[G]et me begin by say[D]ing
That norm[C]ally, I av[G]oid your store like the pla[D]gue
But rece[G]ntly on a dr[D]ive to Dallas
My c[C]ar broke down on the si[D]de of the road
In We[G]st, Texas, not the dire[D]ction
But the to[C]wn cal[D]led We[G]st
It was the bat[G]tery
I got a ju[D]mp-start for free with my Tri[C]ple-[D]A ca[G]rd
But the lo[G]cal mom-and-pop gar[D]age
Were unfort[C]unately unable to ass[D]uage
My elect[G]rical conundrum 'cause my c[D]ar is not American-ma[G]de
So still run[G]ning from my earlier ju[D]mp-start,
I dr[C]ove on down the road,
and for the fi[D]rst time in my life,
Pra[C]ying that I'd s[D]ee a Wal-[G]Mart
Now norm[G]ally your store is like a vi[D]rus
Like Miley Cy[C]rus
In a te[D]en magazine
Ev[G]ery five miles on the ro[D]ad,
Like a to[C]ad
A mons[C]trous amph[D]ibian on the hor[G]izon,
Enti[C]rely bloc[D]king out the s[G]un
But to[G]day Murphy's Law was riding sho[D]tgun
I didn't s[C]ee one
For 47[D].5 mi[G]les
And as I dr[G]ove into Lancaster, Te[D]xas
That alab[C]aster albatross ar[D]ose out of the darkness
And I cr[G]ied tears of joy as I dr[D]ove around the back
To the Ti[C]re and Lu[D]be Gar[G]age
And I jum[D]ped out with my car still run[G]ning
I asked a ju[G]mp-suited employee if h[D]e could change my battery
But he did[C]n't have a sm[D]ile for m[G]e
He said, "Fo[G]rty-five minute wa[D]it"
But in fo[C]rty-five minutes I was go[D]ing to be late
To my ve[G]ry first show at Uncle Calv[D]in's Coffee House
At a chu[C]rch in nort[D]heast Dal[G]las
So I st[G]ood under the late afternoon s[D]un
On the h[C]ot asphalt
My car cont[D]inued to run...
And I tho[G]ught, "this is the end of the li[D]ne..."
I was run[C]ning out of gas
And run[D]ning out of time
Figu[G]ring I'd finish my da[D]ys
In a Wal-[C]Mart parking lot, in a heat-[D]stroke haze
When an an[G]gel appeared at my si[D]de
And her name[C]-tag read 'Angela,' she had pi[D]ty in her eyes
She said, "Pu[G]ll in to Bay number t[D]wo, and p[C]op your hood, and I'll s[D]ee what I can do"
And she exam[C]ined the dimen[D]sions of my bat[G]tery
Said, "Ye[C]ah, I think we have that. I'll go g[D]et it for you."
And the s[G]un began to feel like my fri[D]end
And wh[C]en she returned, she had to[D]ols to lend
And Ang[G]ela and I worked si[D]de-by-side
As tho[C]ugh we'd worked together since the da[D]wn of time
Fi[G]ve minutes later, wh[D]en I tried to pay her,
She said, "P[C]ay for the bat[D]tery,
But y[C]ou don't o[D]we me anyt[G]hing"
A[G]s I turned to le[D]ave,
She said, "Wr[C]ite a letter to Wal-Mart
And te[D]ll them what you think of me"...
So De[G]ar Customer Comp[C]laint Department,
[D]I have nothing to comp[C]lain ab[G]out
In fa[C]ct, I have nothing but go[D]od things to say
Ple[C]ase pass on my thanks to Ang[D]ela today
And y[C]ou should gi[D]ve her a ra[G]ise...
And l[C]et her u[D]nioni[G]ze
Sinc[Am]erely,[Bm] [C] [D]
Ma[G]tt.
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