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Rita Ballou |
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Now she could dance that slow Uvalde shuffle to some cowboy hustle |
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How she makes them trophy buckles shine,shine,shine |
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Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered, trickin'dumb ol' cousin Willard |
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Into thinkin' that he's got her this time |
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Chorus: |
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Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou |
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Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you |
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Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou |
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Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you |
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She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture walkin' talkin' Texas texture |
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High timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl |
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She's the queen of cowboys look at ol' Willard grinnin' now, boys |
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You'd a-thought there's less fools in this world |
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Chorus: |
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Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou |
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Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you |
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Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou |
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Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you |
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Good luck, Willard, and here's to ya |
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Here's to Rita and I hope she'll do ya |
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right all night |
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Lord, I wish I was the fool in your shoes |
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Chorus |
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Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou |
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Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you |
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Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou |
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Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you |
