Cow Town

Donald Swan, he was a millionaire

From a Texas oil family

But he still worked hard and believed in God

He was a man of integrity

He went to France on business

Met a woman there named Simone

She saw love in the eyes of the American guy

And she didn't like to be alone

But it's a cow town

It's a cow town

For Simone Swann

Living on the Buffalo Bayou

She packed up all her perfume

For the gusty pioneer

On a carefree note he said, "Forget your coat

There's a chill about every ten years"

So they flew hand in hand to Houston

Home of Exxon, Gulf and Shell

He said" we have an income bigger than France

And we all think that's swell"

But it's a cow town

It's a cow town

For Simone Swann

Living on that Buffalo Bayou

He loved her French accent

And her knowledge of the arts

And she, for one, had always fancied

Having a millionaire sweetheart

So they married up in Dripping Springs

Flew her Mama in from Cannes

She said: "What kind of romance could make

My baby leave France?

Donald must be some kind of Don Juan"

Well it's a cow town

It's a cow town

For Simone Swann

Living on the Buffalo Bayou

Now she thinks about France and the nightlife there

And it's cafes and bistros

Donald, a hard working, simple man

Likes to see the livestock shows

And when he's not off on business

He's off checkin' out cows and pigs

And she gets weary on the twelve mile prairie

Starin' at the drilling rigs

But it's a cow town

It's a cow town

For Simone Swann

Living on the Buffalo Bayou