Lone Star Hotel

Guy Clark

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Tom:
A D A The Lone Star Hotel Cafe is nothing but a dive,
D A E and Florence Smith showed up there Lord, every day at five
A Florence was a waitress
D Have I mentioned that before?
A E A Serving beer to strangers and to some she'd seen before [Verse]
D G Bm D Florence used to ride a little Apaloosa mare
A In the barrel race at the rodeo, she had that beehive hair
D G D There's a picture of her on the wall, as you pay your check
G D A D Lord, didn't she look good back in nineteen fifty six? [Verse]
A E A D A I was loving Florence and she was ignoring me
D A E Florence had experience, it was the first time out for me
A D A Lord, I tried to tell her, but the only words I found
D A E A Were "Give me greasy enchiladas and a beer to wash it down" [Verse]
D G Bm D Florence quit the Lone Star Hotel, and never was seen again
A And me, I quit west Texas, and I ain't been back since then
D A D G Bm D That was years ago, Lord, too many to recall?
G D A Bm D But I remember Florence and them pictures on the wall [Verse]
A D A So here's to you west Texas, you old rodeo queen
D A E How I miss your beer joints and shuffle board machines
A D A Here's to you west Texas, how I miss the smell
D A E A Of greasy enchiladas, at the old Lone Star Hotel
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