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She could dance that slow |
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Uvalde 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 |
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Mexican silvered, |
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Trickin' dumb ol' cousin |
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Willard into thinkin that he's got her this time |
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Chorus Hill country honky-tonkin |
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Rita Ballou |
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Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you |
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Backslidin' barrel ridin' |
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Rita Ballou |
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Ain't a cowboy in |
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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 |
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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 |
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Willard grinnin' now boys |
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You'd of thought there's less fools in this world |
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Chorus So good luck |
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Willard and here's to you |
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And here's to |
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Rita and I hope she'll do ya right all night |
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Lord I wish |
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I was the fool in your shoes |
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Chorus |