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