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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

There's a cowboy in the
And he so out of place
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap
And his skin as white as

Headin' south to
Where the sing and shout
Now he's in porto bello
Since his all ran out
So he hangs out with the
Night and day they're raisin'
And his destination's just another
Story that he loves to

With no plans for the
He seems in control
From a ride to a ten foot tide
He had to learn to roll

Roll with the
all of his hunches
Make the best of whatever his way
he lacked in ambition
He made up with
Plowing straight ahead come may

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

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

I want to live on that kind of island
No I don't to swim 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 count the falling
While the southern and the satellites
remind me of where we are
Spinning in circles
it day to day
And still twenty four hours may be sixty good
It's not that long a stay.

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