Rita Ballou Songtext / Lyric

(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 ol' 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

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.






Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou

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.



--- Instrumental ---



So good luck Willard, 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 jeans.



Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou

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

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...