Lyrics:

How could she dance that slow bandera Shuffle to some cowboy hustle How she makes those 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 holky tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played the 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 ol' Willard grinnin' now boys You'd a thought there's less fools in this world Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played the 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 ya 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 holky tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you