Lyrics Rita Ballou - Guy Clark

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