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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Pre-Chorus] When I look back on
the good old simple times I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music
flood my mind [Chorus] 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
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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Pre-Chorus] When I look back on
the good old simple times I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music
flood my mind [Chorus] 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
Credits
Writer(s): Whitney Rebecca Rose
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