Rita Ballou — текст песни (John Denver)

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
Trickin` dumb old cousin Willard
into thinking that he got her this time.

Hill country, honky-tonkin` Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.
Back slidin`, barrel ridin` Rita Ballou
Ain`t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.


She`s a rawhide ropin` velvet mixture
Walkin`, talkin` Texas texture
High-timing, barroom fixture kind of a girl.
She`s a queen of the cowboys
Look at old Willard grinning now, boys
You`d have thought there`s less fools in this world

Hill country, honky-tonkin` Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.
Back slidin`, barrel ridin` Rita Ballou
Ain`t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.


Good luck Willard, and here`s to ya
And here`s to Rita, I hope she`ll do ya right all night
But I wish I was a fool in our shoes

Hill country, honky-tonkin` Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.
Back slidin`, barrel ridin` Rita Ballou
Ain`t a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.
Lord, I wish I was in Texas, I would ride a bull for you.