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