Rita Ballou Lyrics

by Steve Earle

Well, 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
Tricking dumb old cousin Willard
Into thinking that he got her this time

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Hill country honky-tonking 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 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 a fool for you
Backsliding barrel riding Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you

So good luck Willard and 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 shoes

Hill country honky-tonking 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