Steve Earle & the Dukes - Rita Ballou
Well she could dance that slow UvaldeShuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican-silvered
Tricking dumb old cousin Willard
Into thinking that he got her this time
Hill country honky-tonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool with you
Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture
Walking talking Texas texture
High-timing barroom fixture kind of a girl
She's the queen of the cowboys
Look at old Willard grinning now, boys
You'd of thought there's less fools in this world
Hill country honky-tonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool with you
Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Good luck, Willard, and here's to you
Here's to Rita, I hope she'll do ya right all night
Lord, I wish I was the fool in your shoes
Hill country honky-tonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool with you
Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Hill country honky-tonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool with you
Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Written by:
Guy Clark
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