Rita Ballou Songtext
She could dance and slow you 'boutShuffle to some cowboy hustleHow she made those trophy bucklesshine, shine, shine.Wild-eyed in Mexican silverTrickin' dumb old cousin Willardinto thinking that he got her this time.Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita BallouEvery beer joint in town has played a fool for you.Back slidin', barrel ridin' Rita BallouAin't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.She's a rawhide ropin' velvet mixtureWalkin', talkin' Texas textureHigh-timing, barroom fixture kind of a girl.She's a queen of the cowboysLook at old Willard grinning now, boysYou'd have thought there's less fools in this worldHill country, honky-tonkin' Rita BallouEvery beer joint in town has played a fool for you.Back slidin', barrel ridin' Rita BallouAin't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.Good luck Willard, and here's to yaAnd here's to Rita, I hope she'll do ya right all nightBut I wish I was a fool in our shoesHill country, honky-tonkin' Rita BallouEvery beer joint in town has played a fool for you.Back slidin', barrel ridin' Rita BallouAin'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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