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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 as white as paste

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

With no for the future
He still seems in
a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to to roll

Roll the punches
Play all of his
the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in
He made up with
Plowing straight ahead come may

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

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

I don't want to on that kind of island
No I don't want to 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 count the stars
While the southern cross and the
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 long a stay.

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