[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