Rita Ballou — Guy Clark
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
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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
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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