Rita Ballou歌词

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
Chorus 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
Chorus 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
Chorus