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