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Guy Clark

Lone Star Hotel

 

Lone Star Hotel

(album: The South Coast Of Texas - 1981)


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

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