Rita Ballou

Now she could dance that slow Uvalde shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she makes them trophy buckles shine,shine,shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered, trickin'dumb ol' cousin Willard
Into thinkin' that he's got her this time

Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture walkin' talkin' Texas texture
High timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl
She's the queen of cowboys look at ol' Willard grinnin' now, boys
You'd a-thought there's less fools in this world

Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

Good luck, Willard, and here's to ya
Here's to Rita and I hope she'll 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 the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you