Guy Clark Rita Ballou Lyrics

Rita Ballou Lyrics

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 



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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 



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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 



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