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
Florence used to ride a little Apaloosa mare In thebarrel 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 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 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 HotelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
