Rita Ballou Songtext
von Vince Gill

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 ol' cousin Willard
Into thinkin′ that he's got her this time

Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Well, 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
But there wasn′t

Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Well, 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, alright

So good luck Willard, here's to you
And here′s to Rita and I hope she'll do you
Right all night
Lord, I wish I was the fool in your jeans

Hill Country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Well, 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


Hill Country, honky-tonkin′ Rita Ballou
Well, 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
No, no