Rita Ballou - John Denver

She could dance and slow you 'bout

Shuffle to some cowboy hustle

How she made those trophy buckles

shine, shine, shine.

Wild-eyed in Mexican silver

Trickin’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 slidin', barrel ridin’Rita Ballou

Ain’t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.

She’s a rawhide ropin’velvet mixture

Walkin', talkin’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 slidin', barrel ridin’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

But I wish I was a fool in our shoes

Hill country, honky-tonkin'Rita Ballou

Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.

Back slidin', barrel ridin’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.