She could dance that slow,
you'd vow to shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she makes their trophy buckle shine,
shine, shine
Wild -eyed and
Mexican silver -trickin'
dumb old cousin
Willard
Into thinkin' that he's
got her here this time
Hill country, punk -a -talkin' breed of blue
Every bit of shortin' time has played
the fool for you
Backslidin',
barrel -ridin' breed of blue
And a cowboy in
Texas would not ride a bull for you
She's a rawhide rope
and velvet mixture
Walkin' talkin'
Texas texture
High time and barroom
fixture kind of girl
She's the queen of the cowboys
Look at old
Willard grinnin' now, boys
You'd have thought there's
less fools in this world
Hill country,
honky -tonk and marina blue
Every big joint in town has
played it cool for you
A backsliding bell right in
the middle of the blue
Ain't a cowboy in
Texas would not ride a bull for you
So good luck
Willie, yes to you
And here's to
Rita, and I hope she'll do you right
All night, but I wish I was
the fool in your shoes
Hill country and honky -tonkin'
Rita
Ballou
Every bit of joy and pride
has played a fool for you
A backsliding, bow -riding,
sleigh -dove -a -loo
Ain't a cowboy in
Texas would not ride a bull
for you
Sleigh -dove