She could dance that slow 
Uvalde Shuffle to some cowboy hustle 
How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine 
Wild-eyed and 
Mexican silvered, 
Trickin' dumb ol' cousin 
Willard into thinkin that he's got her this time 
Chorus Hill country honky-tonkin 
Rita Ballou 
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you 
Backslidin' barrel ridin' 
Rita Ballou 
Ain't a cowboy in 
Texas would not ride a bull for you 
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 old 
Willard grinnin' now boys 
You'd of thought there's less fools in this world 
Chorus So good luck 
Willard and here's to you 
And here's to 
Rita and I hope she'll do ya right all night 
Lord I wish 
I was the fool in your shoes 
Chorus