Lone Star Hotel

Verse 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 Verse Florence used to ride a little Apaloosa mare In the barrel race at the rodeo, she had 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? Verse I was loving Florence and she was ignoring 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" Verse 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 to recall? But I remember Florence and them pictures on the wall Verse 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