Rita Ballou

(album: The South Coast Of Texas - 1981)

She could dance that slow Uvalde
Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered,
Tricking dumb ol' cousin Willard
Into thinking that he's got her this time

Hill country honky-tonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backsliding barrel riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture
Walking talking 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 of thought there's less fools in this world

Hill country honky-tonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backsliding barrel riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

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 wish I was the fool in your shoes

Hill country honky-tonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backsliding barrel riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

Hill country honky-tonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backsliding barrel riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you