she could dance and slow you 'bout
shuffle to some cowboy hustle. how she made those trophy buckles shine
shine
shine. wild-eyed in mexican silver
tricking dumb old cousin willard
into thinking that he got her this time. hill country
honky-tonkin' rita ballou
every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. back sliding
barrel riding rita ballou
ain't a cowboy in texas would not ride a bull for you. she's a rawhide roping velvet mixture
walking
talking texas texture
high-timing
barroom fixture kind of a girl. she's a queen of the cowboys
look at old willard grinning now
boys
you'd have thought there's less fools in this world. hill country
honky-tonkin' rita ballou
every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. back sliding
barrel riding rita ballou
ain't a cowboy in texas would not ride a bull for you. good luck willard
and here's to ya
and here's to rita
i hope she'll do ya right all night. but i wish i was a fool in your shoes. hill country
honky-tonkin' rita ballou
every beer joint in town has played a fool for you. back sliding
barrel riding rita ballou
ain't a cowboy in texas would not ride a bull for you. lord
i wish i was in texas
i would ride a bull for you.