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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 cheap
And his skin as white as

south to paraguay
Where the gauchos and shout
Now he's stuck in bello
his money all ran out
So he out with the sailors
Night and day raisin' hell
And his destination's just another
that he loves to tell

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

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

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

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

I don't want to on that kind 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 midnight
I can the falling stars
the southern cross and the satellites
They remind me of we are
Spinning in circles
it day to day
And still twenty four hours may be sixty years
still not that long a stay.

We've gotta roll the punches
Learn to all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever your way
Forget blind ambition
And to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead what may
And a cowboy in the jungle