Cowtown Pride
Cowtown Pride
So you spent Christmas in old Dubai,
And took your picture at the Taj Mahal,
You can’t begin to one-up me,
For I have been to Bass Hall.
I’ve heard your tales of lovely Paree,
How you bought gold at the markets of Toledo;
You have nothing on me, my dear,
For I have been to Bass Hall.
Heard you danced in London Town,
Boated in Norway’s fiords and falls,
Ah, ah, you’re not ahead of me,
For I have been to Bass Hall.
You’ve traveled the world far and wide,
While I stayed at life’s beck and call,
But all of that means not a fig to me,
For I have been in Bass Hall.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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