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