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She could dance that slow Uvalde |
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Shuffle to some cowboy hustle |
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How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine |
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Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered |
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Trickin' dumb old cousin Willard |
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Into thinkin' that he got her this time |
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Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou |
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Every beer joint in town has played a 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 old Willard grinnin' now boys |
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You'd of thought there's less fools in this world |
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Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou |
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Every beer joint in town has played a 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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So good luck Willard and here's to you |
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And here's to Rita and I hope she'll do ya right all night |
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Lord I wish I was the fool in your shoes |
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Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou |
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Every beer joint in town has played a 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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Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou |
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Every beer joint in town has played a 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 |
