she could dance that slow Uvalde
shuffle to some cowboy hustle
how she made them cowboy buckles
shine, shine, shine
wild-eyed and Mexican silvered
trickin' old 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
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
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