Текст песни Rita Ballou

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 trickin' dumb ol' cousin Willard Into thinkin' that he's got her this time Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a 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 old Willard grinning now boys You'd of thought there's less fools in this world Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou... [ guitar ] 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 shoes Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou... Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou...