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Cowboy in the
By: jimmy

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

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

no plans for the future
He still seems in
From a bronco to a ten foot tide
He had to learn to roll

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

band in the distance
And their music floats the bay
While women in moomoos
Talk about all the things they did
And their husbands quack fishing
As they slug those rum drinks
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 lunches
Tryin' to cram lost into five or six days
Seems that ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight come what may.

I don't want to live on that kind of
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 and the satellites
They me of where we are
around 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 with the punches
Learn to all of our hunches
Makin' the of whatever comes your way
that blind ambition
And learn to trust intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come may
And there's a in the jungle