[Verse 1:]
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

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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

[Verse 2:]
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

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[Verse 3:]
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
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