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