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