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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

There's a in the jungle
And he looks so out of
With his boots and his cheap cheroots
And his skin as white as

Headin' to paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and
Now he's stuck in porto
Since his all ran out
So he hangs out the sailors
Night and day they're raisin'
And his original destination's just
Story that he to tell

With no for the future
He seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten tide
He just had to learn to

Roll the punches
all of his hunches
Make the of whatever came his way
What he in ambition
He made up with
straight ahead come what may

Steel band in the
And their floats across the bay
While american in moomoos
Talk about all the things they did
And husbands quack about fishing
As they slug rum drinks down
Discussing who caught and who sat on his butt
But it's the show in town.

They're to drink all the punches
They all may lose their
Tryin' to cram years into five or six days
Seems that blind erased their intuition
Plowin' straight come what may.

I don't want to live on kind of island
No I don't want to in a roped off sea
Too for me, too much for me
got to be where the wind and the water are free.

Alone on a passage
I can the falling stars
While the southern cross and the
They remind me of we are
Spinning around in
it day to day
And still twenty hours may be sixty good years
It's still not that a stay.

We've gotta roll the punches
Learn to play all of our
Makin' the best of whatever comes way
Forget blind ambition
And learn to your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come may
And a cowboy in the jungle