Rita Ballou (Clark Guy)

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 grinnin' now, boys You'd of thought there's less fools in this world Hill country honky-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 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 Hill country honky-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 honky-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