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
(chorus) Now 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 We all think that's swell
He loved her french accent And her knowledge of the arts And she, for one, had always fancied Having a millionaire sweetheart So they got 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
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 a twelve mile prairie Starin' at the drilling rigs
Now it's a cow town It's a cow town For simone swann Living on the buffalo bayou
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