Rita Ballou Lyrics

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