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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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