[Verse 1]
The Lone Star Hotel Café is nothing but a dive
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

[Bridge 1]
Now 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
Lord, didn't she look good back in 1956?

[Verse 2]
I was loving Florence and she's 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"

[Bridge 2]
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 too recall
But I remember Florence and them pictures on the wall

[Verse 3]
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