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 fiveA Florence was a waitressD 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 mareA In the barrel race at the rodeo, she had that beehive hairD G D There's a picture of her on the wall, as you pay your checkG 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 meD A E Florence had experience, it was the first time out for meA D A Lord, I tried to tell her, but the only words I foundD 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 againA And me, I quit west Texas, and I ain't been back since thenD 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 queenD A E How I miss your beer joints and shuffle board machinesA D A Here's to you west Texas, how I miss the smellD A E A Of greasy enchiladas, at the old Lone Star Hotel
Lone Star Hotel
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