Lone Star Hotel (Lone Star Hotel Cafe)

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

Florence used to ride a little Appaloosa 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

Good Lord, didn't she look good back in 1956?

I was loving Florence and she was ignoring me

Oh, 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 to 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 your shuffleboard machines

Here's to you, West Texas, how I miss the smell

Of greasy enchiladas at the old Lone Star Hotel