C 
She could dance that slow Uvalde 
F 
Shuffle to some cowboy hustle 
C 
How she made them trophy buckles  
G 
Shine, shine, shine 
C 
Wild-eyed and mexican silvered 
F 
Trickin' dumb old cousin Willard 
C                      G            C
Into thinkin that he's got her this time 


F                              C 
Hill country, honky-tonkin Rita Ballou 
                                               G 
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you 
F                              C 
Backsliding barrel riding Rita Ballou 
                                  G               C 
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you 
 
 
She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture 

Walking, talking Texas texture 

High timing, 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 
 

F 
So good luck Willard and here's to you 
Am 
And here's to Rita and I hope she'll do ya 
G 
Right all night 
                                   C 
Lord I wish I was the fool in your shoes