She could dance and slow you `bout Shuffle to some cowboy hustle How she made those trophy buckles shine, shine, shine. Wild-eyed in Mexican silver Trickin` dumb old cousin Willard into thinking that he got her this time.
Hill country, honky-tonkin` Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. Back slidin`, barrel ridin` Rita Ballou Ain`t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you. She`s a rawhide ropin` velvet mixture Walkin`, talkin` Texas texture High-timing, barroom fixture kind of a girl. She`s a queen of the cowboys Look at old Willard grinning now, boys You`d have thought there`s less fools in this world
Hill country, honky-tonkin` Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. Back slidin`, 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 And here`s to Rita, I hope she`ll do ya right all night But I wish I was a fool in our shoes
Hill country, honky-tonkin` Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. Back slidin`, barrel ridin` Rita Ballou Ain`t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you. Lord, I wish I was in Texas, I would ride a bull for you.
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