John Denver - Rita Ballou Lyrics
(Clarke)She could dance and slow you 'bout, shuffle to some cowboy hustle.How she made those trophy buckles shine, shine, shine.Wild-eyed in Mexican silver, tricking dumb old cousin Willardinto thinking that he got her this time.Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.She's a rawhide roping velvet mixture, walking, talking Texas texture,high-timing, barroom fixture kind of a girl.She's a queen of the cowboys, look at old Willard grinning now, boys,you'd have 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.Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.Good luck Willard, and here's to ya, and here's to Rita, I hope she'll do ya right all night.But I wish I was a fool in your shoes.Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.Lord, I wish I was in Texas, I would ride a bull for you.