In the airport lounge, he sat with his cane and durby hatThe grandest man that I had ever seenOutside the heavy rains had grounded all the planesSo I asked him if he'd like some companyIn my rhinestone-studded suitAnd my cowgirl high-heel bootsI must have been a site for him to seeBut he said, "Pull up a chair"As I fumble with my hairA more unlikely pair you'll never seeI was Mogan David wineHe was Chablis fifty-nineBut there we satThe cowgirl and the dandyHe was ski resorts in AspenAnd summers in ParisI was Grand Ole Opry Nashville, TennesseeThe cowgirl and the dandyAs different as can beBut it seemed so right that rainy night in TennesseeThen somewhere in betweenHis Harvey's Bristol creamAnd the beer that I kept sippin' at his tableWe somehow came together for a night of stormy wheaterNow there's a little bit of class in this old cabinAn' there's a little country in the dandyThe cowgirl and the dandyAs different as can beBut it seemed so right that rainy night in TennesseeI was Mogan David wineHe was Chablis fifty-nineBut there we satThe cowgirl and the dandyHe was ski resorts in AspenAnd summers in ParisI was Grand Ole Opry Nashville, TennesseeHe was ski resorts in AspenAnd summers in ParisI was Grand Ole Opry Nashville, Tennessee