She could dance and slow you 'bout, shuffle to some cowboy hustle How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine Wild-eyed in Mexican silver, tricking dumb old cousin Willard Into thinking that he got her this time Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you She's a rawhide roping velvet mixture, walking, talking Texas texture High-timing, barroom fixture kind of a girl She's a queen of the cowboys, look at old Willard grinning now, boys You'd have thought there's less fools in this world Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you Good luck Willard and here's to ya, and here's to Rita I hope she'll do ya right all night Lord, I wish I was a fool in your shoes Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you Lord, I wish I was in Texas, I would ride a bull for you © CHAPPELL & CO; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com