Lone Star Hotel

The Lone Star Hotel Cafe is nothing but a dive,

And Florence Smith showed up there,

Lord every day at five

Florence was a waitress

Have I mentioned that before?

Serving beer to strangers and to some she'd seen before

Florence used to ride a little Apaloosa mare

In thebarrel race at the rodeo with all that beehive hair

There's a picture of her on the wall, as you pay your check

Lord, didn't she look good back in nineteen fifty six?

I was lovin' Florence and she was ignorin' me

Florence had experience, it was the first time out for me

Lord, I tried to tell her, but the only words I found

Were "Give me greasy enchiladas and a beer to wash it down"

Florence quit the Lone Star Hotel, and never was seen again

And me, I quit west Texas, and I ain't been back since then

That was years ago, Lord, too many can I recall?

But I remember Florence and them pictures on the wall

So here's to you west Texas, you old rodeo queen

How I miss your beer joints and shuffle board machines

Here's to you west Texas, how I miss the smell

Of greasy enchiladas , at the old Lone Star Hotel