Lyric Rita Ballou

How could she dance that slow bandera
Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she makes those 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 holky 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 the Cowboys
Look at ol Willard grinnin now boys You d a thought there s less fools in this world

Hill country holky 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

So good luck Willard and here s to ya
And here s to Rita and I hope she ll do ya
Right all night
Lord I wish I was the fool in your jeans

Hill country holky 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

Hill country holky 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