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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 as paste

Headin' to paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and
Now he's stuck in bello
his money all ran out
So he out with the sailors
and day they're raisin' hell
And his original just another
that he loves to tell

With no for the future
He seems in control
a bronco 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 with
Plowing straight ahead what may

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

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

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

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

We've gotta roll with the
Learn to all of our hunches
Makin' the of whatever comes your way
Forget that ambition
And to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight come what may
And a cowboy in the jungle