Rita ball OU

She could dance that slow
Uvalde Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine
Wild-eyed and
Mexican silvered,
Trickin dumb ol cousin
Willard into thinkin that hes got her this time
Chorus Hill country honky-tonkin
Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin barrel ridin
Rita Ballou
Aint a cowboy in
Texas would not ride a bull for you
Shes a rawhide rope and velvet mixture
Walkin talkin
Texas texture
High-timin barroom fixture kind of a girl
Shes the queen of the cowboys
Look at old
Willard grinnin now boys
Youd of thought theres less fools in this world
Chorus So good luck
Willard and heres to you
And heres to
Rita and I hope shell do ya right all night
Lord I wish
I was the fool in your shoes
Chorus