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Текст песни "Rita Ballou" |
 (Guy Clark)
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.
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.
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.
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So good luck Willard, 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 jeans.
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.
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...
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