Rita Ballou Songtext
von Guy Clark
Rita Ballou Songtext
She could dance that slow Bandera
Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered
Trickin′ dumb old cousin Willard
Into thinkin' that he got her this time, oh
Hill Country, honky-tonkin′ Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
There ain′t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
She′s a rawhide rope and a 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
But there wasn't
Hill Country, honky-tonkin′ Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin′, barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
There ain′t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Alright
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 wished I was a fool in your jeans
Hill Country, honky-tonkin′ Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
There 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 a fool for you
Backslidin', barrel ridin′ Rita Ballou
There ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered
Trickin′ dumb old cousin Willard
Into thinkin' that he got her this time, oh
Hill Country, honky-tonkin′ Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
There ain′t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
She′s a rawhide rope and a 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
But there wasn't
Hill Country, honky-tonkin′ Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin′, barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
There ain′t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Alright
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 wished I was a fool in your jeans
Hill Country, honky-tonkin′ Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin', barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
There 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 a fool for you
Backslidin', barrel ridin′ Rita Ballou
There ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
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