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