| How could she dance that slow bandera
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| Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
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| How she makes those trophy buckles shine, shine, shine
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| Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered
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| Trickin' dumb ol' Cousin Willard
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| Into thinkin' that he’s got her this time
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| Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou
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| Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
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| Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
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| Ain’t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
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| She’s a rawhide, rope, and velvet mixture
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| Walkin' talkin' Texas texture
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| High timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl
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| She’s the Queen of the Cowboys
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| Look at ol' Willard grinnin' now boys
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| You’d a thought there’s less fools in this world
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| So good luck Willard and here’s to ya
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| And here’s to Rita and I hope she’ll do ya
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| Right all night
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| Lord I wish I was the fool in your jeans |