Rita Ballou

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She could dance that slow Uvalde
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Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
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How she made them trophy buckles
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Shine, shine, shine
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Wild-eyed and mexican silvered
F
Trickin' dumb old cousin Willard
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Into thinkin that he's got her 
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this time


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Hill country, honky-tonkin Rita 
Ballou
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Every beer joint in town has played 
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a fool for you
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Backsliding barrel riding Rita 
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Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not 
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ride a bull for you


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 grinnin' now 
boys

You'd of thought there's less fools 
in this world


Chorus


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So good luck Willard and here's to 
you
Am
And here's to Rita and I hope she'll
 do ya
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Right all night
Lord I wish I was the fool in your 
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shoes