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Good eats and drinks around Tacoma, Pierce County and South Puget Sound
Wednesday, December 19th, 2007
Posted by Ed Murrieta @ 05:59:19 am

This song is fictional, but universally true. I wrote the lyrics and the tune. I asked Dave Barfield to sing it. He asked Bill Leach to play guitar. It's called "My Lady of Tamales." It's about tamales, and a lot more. Which is what tamales are really all about.






My Lady of Tamales
Written by Ed Murrieta
Vocals: Dave Barfield
Guitar: Bill Leach
© 2007 HGI Publishing

All rights are reserved. Duplication is strictly prohibited without permission of HGI Publishing

The lyrics are a click away.

[More:]

MY LADY OF TAMALES
© 2007 Ed Murrieta

She cooks every morning, each one made by hand
Tamales, tamales, made in her new land
Days on the corner, nights door to door
Selling tamales and giving her soul
2 for 2 dollars, best meal in town
Her red sauce is spicy, her mole's deep brown
Each holy bundle
Each little loving bite
TAMALES! TAMALES!
She's my saint tonight

From Hermosillo, she took Joaquin's hand
An American dream, she cooks for him
Crossing the desert, she fed all the men
Tamales from home, the best they ever had
Now she nurses her babies alone in the van
She buried Joaquin's body in the hot coyote sand
Each holy bundle
Each little loving bite
TAMALES! TAMALES!
She's my saint tonight

She cooks like my Mama and looks like her too
I taste my Mama's kitchen, I'm her Mijo again
Cornmeal and lard, spice of her kiss
Hugged with a husk, an embrace that I miss
Each holy bundle
Each little loving bite
TAMALES! TAMALES!
She's my saint tonight

Mission, Olvera, the bars of Barrio Street
Tamales, tamales -- savory and sweet
Come closing time, she's fed every drunk
viejo, pachucho, priest, cop and punk
Golden corn and banana leaves steamed
Green olives chicken, black olives beef
Each holy bundle
Each little loving bite
TAMALES! TAMALES!
She's my saint tonight

PS: This song is not about Virginia Ramos, aka the Tamale Lady of San Francisco, although I have enjoyed her chicken tamales and the documentary that was made about her.