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 old cousin Willard Into thinkin' that he got her this time, oh Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou There ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you She's a rawhide rope and a 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 Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou There ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you Alright So good luck, Willard, and here's to you And here's to Rita, and I hope she'll do ya right all night Lord, I wished I was a fool in your jeans Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou There ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou There ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you