Rita Ballou — текст песни (Vince Gill)

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