Rita Ballou Lyrics

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 old cousin Willard
Into thinkin that he's got her this time
Hill country, honky-tonkin Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for 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 grinnin' now boys
You'd of thought there's less fools in this world
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