Rita Ballou

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

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

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

• Artist:Guy Clark
• Album:Old No. 1