Lone Star Hotel

[Verse] The Lone Star Hotel Café 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 the barrel 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 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" 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