Rita Ballou

[Verse 1] 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 old cousin Willard Into thinking that he got her this time [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Bridge] 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 [Chorus][x2]