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.