Lookin' Back On Luckenbach

Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach

I'm a little scared to send a postcard
I don't know what they think of me
'Cause some folks, they stay where they come from
But some folks gotta leave

When I look back on the good old simple times
I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music flood my mind

Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
Where I learned to play guitar
Man I really loved that bar
I left and had to pay the price
Of what it costs to leave paradise
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach

My hands are full
My guitar in a suitcase
My mind is filled with memories and dreams
I don't need one more than the other
I need them both like I need air to breathe

When I look back on the good old simple times
I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music flood my mind

Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
Where I learned to play guitar
Man I really loved that bar
I left and had to pay the price
Of what it costs to leave paradise
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach

I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach