Gill Vince - Rita Ballou lyrics

How could she dance that slow bandera

Shuffle to some cowboy hustle

How she makes those trophy buckles shine, shine, shine

Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered

Trickin' dumb ol' Cousin Willard

Into thinkin' that he's got her this time

Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou

Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you

Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou

Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

She's a rawhide, rope, and velvet mixture

Walkin' talkin' Texas texture

High timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl

She's the Queen of the Cowboys

Look at ol' Willard grinnin' now boys You'd a thought there's less fools in this world

Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou

Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you

Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou

Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

So good luck Willard and here's to ya

And here's to Rita and I hope she'll do ya

Right all night

Lord I wish I was the fool in your jeans

Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou

Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you

Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou

Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou

Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you

Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou

Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you