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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

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

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

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

Roll the punches
Play all of his
the best of whatever came his way
What he in ambition
He up with intuition
Plowing straight come what may

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

They're tryin' to drink all the
They all may lose lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six
Seems that blind erased their 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 where the wind and the are free.

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

We've gotta with the punches
Learn to all of our hunches
Makin' the of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind
And to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead what may
And there's a cowboy in the