(Carly Simon)
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