Lyrics Lone Star Hotel (aka Lone Star Hotel Cafe) - Guy Clark

The Lone Star Hotel Café is nothing but a Dive
And Florence Smith showed up there
Lord every day at five
Now Florence was a waitress
Have I mentioned that before?
Serving beer to strangers and to some she'd seen before

Now Florence used to ride a little Apaloosa mare
In the barrel race at the rodeo, she had that beehive hair
There's pictures of her on the wall, as you pay your check
Oh 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
Was "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