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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

There's a cowboy in the
And he looks so out of
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheroots
And his as white as paste

Headin' to paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and
Now he's stuck in porto
his money all ran out
So he out with the sailors
Night and day they're hell
And his destination's just another
Story he loves to tell

no plans for the future
He still in control
From a ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to to roll

Roll the punches
Play all of his
Make the of whatever came his way
What he lacked in
He made up intuition
Plowing straight come what may

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

They're tryin' to drink all the
They all may their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost into five or six days
Seems that blind erased their intuition
Plowin' ahead come what may.

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

Alone on a midnight
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 four hours may be sixty good years
It's still not that a stay.

We've gotta roll the punches
to play all of our hunches
Makin' the of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind
And learn to trust your
Plowin' straight come what may
And there's a in the jungle