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.
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