Rita Ballou

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 old cousin Willard
Into thinkin that he got her this time
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
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
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
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
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