Lyric Rita Ballou

She could dance and slow you bout
Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them 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 the 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 the 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 the 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 your shoes

Hill country, honky-tonkin Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the 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.