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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 SongtexteI 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 Aus Songtexte Mania