Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rita Ballou, artist - John Denver. Date of issue: 28.09.1998
Song language: English
Rita Ballou |
| 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. |