Steve Earle — Rita Ballou

[Verse 1] Well she could dance that slow Uvalde Shuffle To some cowboy hustle How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine Wild-eyed and Mexican-silver Tricking dumb old cousin Willard Into thinking that he got her this time [Chorus] Hill country honkytonking Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played the fool with you Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou Any a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you [Verse 2] She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture Walking talking Texas texture High-timing barroom fixture kind of a girl She’s the queen of the cowboys Look at old Willard grinning now, boys You'd of thought there's less fools in this world [Chorus] Hill country honkytonking Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played the fool with you Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou Any cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you [Bridge] Good luck, Willard, and here’s to you Here's to Rita, I hope she'll do you right all night Lord, I wished I was the fool in your shoes [Chorus] Hill country honkytonking Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played the fool with you Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou Any cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you [Chorus] Hill country honkytonking Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played the fool with you Backsliding barrel-riding Rita Ballou Any cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you