<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rita Ballou</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Clarke)<br>She could dance and slow you 'bout, shuffle to some cowboy hustle.<br>How she made those trophy buckles shine, shine, shine.<br>Wild-eyed in Mexican silver, tricking dumb old cousin Willard<br>into thinking that he got her this time.<br>Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.<br>Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.<br>She's a rawhide roping velvet mixture, walking, talking Texas texture,<br>high-timing, barroom fixture kind of a girl.<br>She's a queen of the cowboys, look at old Willard grinning now, boys,<br>you'd have thought there's less fools in this world.<br>Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.<br>Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.<br>Good luck Willard, and here's to ya, and here's to Rita, I hope she'll do ya right all night.<br>But I wish I was a fool in your shoes.<br>Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.<br>Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.<br>Lord, I wish I was in Texas, I would ride a bull for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by John Denver - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80052" data-title="Rita Ballou" data-description="(Clarke) She could dance and slow you 'bout, shuffle to some cowboy hustle. How she made those trophy buckles shine, shine, shine. Wild-eyed in Mexican silver, tricking dumb old cousin Willard into thinking that he got her this time. Hill country,..."></div> </div> </div>

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