Rita Ballou

She could dance that slow bandera Shuffle to some cowboy hustle How she made them 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, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Well, every beer joint in town has played a 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 old Willard grinnin' now boys, You'd of thought there's less fools in this world But there wasn't Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Well, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you, alright So good luck Willard, here's to you And here's to Rita and I hope she'll do you Right all night Lord, I wish I was the fool in your jeans Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Well, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Well, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you No, no