Letras
Well, she could dance that slow Uvalde
Devil to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered
Tricking dumb old cousin Willard
Into thinking that he 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 a 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 you 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 a 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 a fool for you
Backsliding barrel riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you