Steve Earle - Rita Ballou lyrics

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-silver
Tricking dumb old cousin Willard
Into thinking that he got her this time

Hill country honkytonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has
Played the fool with you
Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou
Any 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 honkytonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has
Played the fool with you
Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou
Any 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 you right all night
Lord, I wished I was the fool in your shoes

Hill country honkytonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has
Played the fool with you
Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou
Any cowboy in Texas would not
Ride a bull for you

Hill country honkytonking Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has
Played the fool with you
Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou
Any cowboy in Texas would not
Ride a bull for you