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